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Little Blue Bird of Rain

Little Blue Bird of rain.

Rain, rain go away
Little Blue Bird of Rain, needs to shine again
In her version the sun dried, up all her tears
Leaving hurtful rain inside the bird
Destructive past sudden cheers
Waking up to empty words
When abandoned by her peers
Just not knowing what had just occurred

Drowning herself in a life of Jane Doe.
Never know who she really is
When all she loves hanging her lowest moment
The rain brought out Mary-Jane.
As the bird lost its glow.
The rain tricked her once to use Cocaine.
As her feathers met that one Joe.
He broke her wing and brought more Rain.

Very young, very sweet.
Living her life in the fast lane.
Hard for her to stand on her feet.
Balanced her life on one leg, like the crane.
Curtains hang over her wings.
While she let no one near her domain.

While she flies through the heavy rain.
She finds her comfort with a pen.
Using the lords name in vain.
Cursing all her backstabbing friends
With no one around to explain?
All the sorrow left her on a railroad track.
Ending up like the runaway train.
Only she can get her life back.

If for myself I ever felt pain?
I felt more pain at what she wrote about. 
In my face on my left side 
Your poetry comes to life in my head. 
Visions of her wanting to be dead.
Oh! How I wish this life she did not dread.

You hide the tears you shed so well.
A life with balls you cut the chains.
You diss, Your parents to go to hell.
Little Blue Bird of Rain, don't let them fools drive you insane.

Little Blue Bird of Rain.
If a sparrow could show you,
There is more to life than pain.
Under the umbrella, the sparrow would cover you.
No one wants to see her colors drain.
What a world to master her feathers into art.
The gift of words runs through her vein

The paintings on her wall.
A dream of a bad seed of grain.
One day our Little Blue Bird will stand tall.
To free herself from all the Rain.


  To: Rain aka- Joy Loveless
Our sweet 16-year-old
      P.D.     1-1-10


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Noonday Sun

Noonday Sun

Suffering, so much suffering astounds,
Suffering brings us to our very knees,
And cries out to us in sleepless nights,
In the morning, fatigued and wrenched,
Begging for a reprieve from the day,
The sun is blocked by the sound of our own doubt,
“Where is the end of all this?”
“To what end is this, Lord Buddha?”
And he points to the clouds,
And says, “Wait”
And in that moments waiting,
We think to our children,
And we look to their faces, smiling faces though still starving in tattered rags,
And we understand, that there is a brighter day for them,
For someone made the Sun I tell you,
For someone made the Sun,
And as the Son heats the clouds,
We feel the wind on our heat scorched faces,
And we say, “Allah, what is the meaning of this?”
And she says, “Wait!”
And in that moments waiting,
We think of Mother Jones pleading for her people as she speaks truth to power.
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We begin to grasp the nature of a Grace that suffers with us,
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We look to each other,
And feel the warmth of a Noonday sun.


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Rain Drops

Have you ever listen to the sounds of rain ,
As it pitter patters against your window pain?
The sound is like music and it is so sweet,
As it gathers in a puddle around your feet.

Rain coat and boots is what you need to wear,
To keep the rain out,and stay dry under there.
Without little rain drops, where would we be?
All dried up and blowing in the breeze.

Flowers need rain drops as much as the sun,
They spread thier little leaves to catch every one.
Into the ground the little rain drops do go ,
To help the roots to get strong and grow.

Rain drops make a pond where fish can swim,
Without the water we would not have them.
To watch them swin around here and there,
Makes one wonder how they got there.

The oceans are vast ,with water everywhere,
But without that first drop of water ,the land would be bare.
There would be no trees ,no brush , no grass,
If the rain drops stoped falling, nothing would last.

The next time your out walking and it starts to rain,
Remember the little rain drops will cause you no pain.
Hold out your hand and you will see,
Little rain drops were sent from heaven for you and for me.


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Revel In The Rain

Storms can come at any time
There are mountains that we climb
Sunshine helps to ease the pain
We have to revel in the rain

Revel in the rain
Within the swirling squall
When your back’s against the wall
And you’re feeling so very small
Revel in the rain

Life can take us for a ride
It’s like swimming against the tide
When we lose more than we gain
It’s time to revel in the rain

Revel in the rain
Looking to the sky
Spread your wings and start to fly
Let the freedom make you sigh
Revel in the rain

When you give all that you’ve got
You’ll find you’re better than you thought
You wouldn’t have grown without the pain
Raise your arms and revel in the rain

Revel in the rain
Shout to the heavens, I’m alive
Feelings of triumph I revive
When all is done I will survive
Revel in the rain


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Kiss the Rain

Kiss the Rain 

By: Tyner Twine 

'A ballad I wrote based on the Piano Music By: Yiruma'.
Dedicated to the man I used to know

As I take a glimpse
On the endless sea
I felt the oceans
Between you and me

Our fates never crossed
Our love was lost
Through the tides and waves
Of our destiny 

The day you swore to be
Forever with me
Was also the day 
That you've left me be

To be by the side
Of another bride
And I am left with pain
As I kiss the rain

And so tonight,
I’ll cry to sleep
Hoping dearly that someday you 
Will come back to me

But dreams aren't true
I clearly knew, 
That today
I have just lost my most important ‘you.’

(Instrumental)

((You and I both knew we could never fight it, that we could never evade it, 
that we could change…But I know that amidst the smile you hide your pain…
the pain that I can’t ever share from now on…because I have lost you…
and you have lost me.))

As the waves grew
And we drift apart
Please meet my eyes
To say your goodbye

But you looked away
And left all the pain
Deep in my heart
As I kiss the rain

And so tonight, 
I cried to sleep
And hoped someday that you
Will come back to me

But dreams aren't true
I clearly knew,
That tonight,
There will be no love from ‘me and you’

So love, I’ll say goodbye,
And hide the tears to cry
Your fake smile will haunt me down
Until I die

For we have loved so true
And lost ‘me and you,’
Left with scars and clouds,
And tears from heaven

As I feel the rain,
Wash down all the pain,
Our dreams reached out 
And died in vain

Please stay by my side,
Hold me through the nights,
As we fight in vain,
As we kiss the rain.

Yet why am I alone in the rain?


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From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si


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The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.


17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.


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Praying For Rain -Chris D Aechtner-

Praying For Rain  (collaboration with-Chris D. Aechtner)


by~ CHRIS D. AECHTNER:

She resembles a ghost from the past,
and I wonder how long she will last?

There is no turning back-
cannot turn my back on her now.
Watching the sea slowly reclaim this pearl,
I can see just a hint of the girl,
shimmering beneath a film of sickness.

She still smiles through a frown of pain,
strengthening my resolve to see this through,
to make sure we both equally gain.
And when the waves finally pull her away,
pull out her dying breath,
will she transform back into rain?

She leans on me, light as a feather.
So light and fragile.
There is no turning back-
cannot turn my back on her now.
Watching the sea slowly reclaim this pearl,
I can see just a hint of the girl,
shimmering beneath a veil of sickness.

Hold her hand,
hand her back a smile,
I am praying for rain,
praying for rain.


*** by~ POET D:

Feel her peace,
Listen for her voice,
I am praying for rain,
praying for rain.

My dreams will always wonder in her field of rain.
A journey withered under the wavy seas.
There is no turning back-
cannot turn my back on her now.
Watching the sea slowly reclaim this pearl,
I can see just a hint of the girl,
shimmering beneath a veil of sickness.

Light as a feather, I fell her Autumn sun,
I feel her presence, her sickness is gone,
upon my face I feel the moonlight rain.
At last she is leaving behind these wiping tears.
Her rain-less eyes now open the seas and skies,
pouring her jewels of purity in to my heart.

There is no turning back-
cannot turn my back on her now.
Watching the sea slowly reclaim this pearl,
I can see just a hint of the girl,
shimmering beneath a veil of sickness.

She is the ghost from my past
and I pray for this essence of her rain to last.


A Collaboration with *Chris D. Aechtner

~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~


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WIND AND LOVE

I sense your touch in the morning breeze
A hand so soft knows how to please
I'll lay here awhile, eyes closed I smile
I cherish your gentle, subtle style

I believe in you
I know you're there
Our connection felt
You're wings on air
Invisible
But there's no doubt
Heaven sent
Moving in and out

You chase the clouds so that I can see
The bright sun and all of earth's majesty
Then you bring the rain so life can grow
The rainbow comes.. wow, what a show

I believe in you
I know you're there
Our connection felt
You're wings on air
Invisible
But there's no doubt
Heaven sent
Moving in and out

Oh wind and love I never knew
That you are twins but it's so true

I believe in you
I know you're there
Our connection felt
You're wings on air
Invisible
But there's no doubt
Heaven sent
Moving in and out

Date: 8-19-14


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Rain on Leaves and Breeze through Trees

RAIN ON LEAVES 
AND BREEZE THROUGH TREES
REMINDS ME WHAT 
IT OUGHT TO BE.

A FEEL WITH ONLY SENSES,
TRUE.
I THINK OF ME. 
AND THINK OF YOU.

AND THINK OF US 
AND PRICELESS THINGS,
THINGS THAT MATTER, 
THINGS THAT BRING;

A PERFECT THOUGHT, 
A MEMORY,
I SEE YOU THERE. 
YOU SEE ME HERE?

AHH…SWEET SWEET NIGHT
THE BREEZE STILL BLOWS.
I’LL SLEEP TONIGHT
AND THINK OF YOU.


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CHILLING WITH RAIN

Chill by beach of Pitas. 
Rain comes in a heavy task. 
Return home to a break. 
Another night to medicate tired. 
Thanks Allah we intend. 
Well-intentioned we are blessed. 
Preach in the village of Rungus. 
The Maulud rejoiced.
Kota Marudu we go.
Still raining until while ago!



Kota Kinabalu
21 Jan 2014


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Pretty Eyes and a Heartbeat

There's no way I can win
when there's always someone I'm below,
I was bound to lose even before
I said the first hello.

I was nothing more than a second choice,
my happiness, turned to stone;
I guess sad people love the rain because
they're no longer crying alone.

Like dominoes I took the fall
while you fell for another one.
You ended in love and I ended in pain
and there's nothing I could have done.

You've made me relive memories
I never wanted to repeat.
You are a beautiful destructive tornado
with pretty eyes and a heartbeat.


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rain and nature

The subtle, steady, calming of a spring rain beating down on my body as I lay in a pasture of flowers and a sea of green grass, my breath is calm, my heart is calm and serene.

I can feel each drop hitting my eyes, they are cleared of negative sights, my heart is wet with each new drop of rain, I no longer am hurting and full of sorrow.

The field is soaked with the falling rain, my body is floating underneath the flow of rain, I hope to be swept away to a peaceful place, the tadpoles, turtles, and baby fish, welcome my presence, no harm I bring, for we are friends.

I open my eyes, above me is a sea of blue sky, Gods cloth for which to paint a beautiful rainbow, my cleansing soul, shall be the pot of gold, waiting for someone new to share with others, whom shall choose to also lay in a pasture of wheat, golden daffadills.

The rain has slowly stopped, a fresh summer breeze has become to blow, A smile I feel as the Mother Earth has been rebirthed..


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rain

As I stand here in the rain,
The raindrops fall on me and wash away all my pain.
I am the thunder and you are the lightning.


You know who you are and to me that's exciting.
The laughter we share, the memories I have.
Love is growing between us. It has to be said.
Our hearts and minds becoming entwined.
Bound to each other, never to let go.
Then, why are you leaving, distressing me so.
"I'll be back soon darling" you whisper. " Please let me go".
I smile and let go of your hand. My heart is breaking but you will never know.    
" Wait for me" you say as you wave me goodbye.  
My heart is heavy, the tears fall.
The rain comes harder, let it pour.


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Don't Mind The Rain

Don't Mind The Rain


The days are getting shorter. The cost of living's going up.
Nothing seems to last long anymore.
My life reads "Out of Order" and I've almost had enough
Of this day to day existence for sure!

The nights are getting colder. The cost of love is going up.
Nothing ever is the way it seems.
My heart reads "Game Over" but my mind just won't give up
On this lose/lose situation I'm caught between!

But, then you call my name...and I hear your soft voice speaking,
"Don't mind the rain. It's just a thing or two I'm teaching.
You will make it. This I swear.
And you will see, I really care.
So, don't mind the rain...
I Am there..."

The days are getting longer. The cost of living's still going up.
No one seems to care much anymore.
My life reads "Insert Quarters" but my pocket ain't got enough
Of what I need to settle up the score!

But, then you call my name and I hear your soft voice speaking,
"Don't mind the rain. It's just a thing or two I'm teaching.
You will make it. This I swear.
And you will see, I really care.
So, don't mind the rain...
I Am there...

Don't give up in what you're going through
You can make it! I believe...in you..."


~by deborah burch©
4/28/2012



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Rain's Serenade

Am I to seek the darkness of disdain?
Drawn by some passion for solitude
By the gentle sound of falling rain
Where I find my emotions imbued
Am I to find myself forlorn?
In the shadow of some cloud
Darkness plying torment’s scorn
With the quiet being too loud
Am I to feel guilt here alone?
In my desire some selfish greed?
Some love I have never known
A furtive dream of my need
Am I to imagine as each droplet falls?
It says to me in a very special way
Listen, listen as my spirit calls
And catch the verses it has to say
Will the magic of this falling rain?
The serenade it plays for me
Embrace me again and again
With its seductive melody


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The Change of Sweet Rain

O sweet rain wash me away
Cleanse me of my sinful impurities
Purify my soul, revitalize my spirit

Bring with you; the wind of change
Strip me of my old garment
Allow her breeze to carry new raiment ashore

Become fresh in the new day
No longer fear my insecurities
For when the wind whistles, I want to hear it

A sound that's no longer strange
Soaked in his glory of life
Dancing in the rain; to a sound that is pure


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Drought

DROUGHT 

Yes i've wandered cross the country
where the Roo's can die of thirst
and the rivers often dry up
and the ground cracks like a curse
where you watch the storms a coming
but they don't bring bloody rain
the wind has treetops humming
left to scratch yer head again
Oh the years they pass so slowly
without the hiss of rain
though you listen to the tin roof
will it ever rain again?
a Willy Willy passes through 
about 100 yards across
sheets of iron in the twister too
just our roof says the boss
2 years of drought and the rain it comes
and buckets down for days
fills up all the empty drums
in this grey and murky haze
oh the rivers coming down old mate
get the stock to the higher ground
they'll drown in the bottom paddock, great!
put em on the sand hill clown!
now flood does bring mosquito
in the millions they'll be found
and the sand flies eat the eyes out of the chooks...fowls
upon the ground
so we light the smoke fires in the hope 
some smoke can help a beast 
for the horses are a trotting 
while the mossies have their feast
Mulga bush was thick out there (13% protein stock food)
Back in the long ago
Useless fellows bulldozed out
And the topsoil off did flow
And the stock do die in thousands 
Where the Mulga tree did grow
Their bones do bleach on bare red soil
Where there aint no grass to mow
Don Johnson
Too much water lately, a lot of the trees gone in Indonesia 
Maybe the monsoon came south?

For P.D.s Rain contest


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year of remembrance

21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.


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The Mystic Rain

In comes the flash of thunder right at the blink of wonder
And I resurrect my kingdom in between heaven and hell,
The magic of my force will enchant all my windows and doors
And the often of seldom will epic the legends of the tale.

Higher and higher, up and beyond, into the mystic greater distant…..
Trust in my heart, manifest the great start, and be in the presence of this instant.
In league with I, my strongest ally, leading all circles to the front and centre
At the gates of the holy, by the command of my one and only,
			Through my light-consciousness I solemnly enter. 

The knowledge-luminous that transcends the space and time
Is in battle with the dark-vigorous that laments the wicked mists of confusion,
The choice is mine and by the power of divine and sublime
I’ll reign supreme over the evil spells of illusion.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.


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I'm A Plowboy (Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead or Alive)

It's all the same, only sasons change
Every May, the rain washes the crops away
In the Winter time the fields are so cold
I work my muscles to the bone
I'm a Plowboy, on a John Deer I ride
I do all I can to keep my crops alive
I'm a Plowboy
Keepin' my crops alive
Sometimes it seeds, sometimes it's the sun and its damaging rays
No more wheat, it's corn for ethonal
Sometimes it costs you, so you pay
By the harvest you complete
Haven't showered for days, now I really stink
I fertilize these crops with a loaded tank on my back
I work with little sleep, not much room for slack
The drought may be over, hopefully enough rain will fall
I've had a million crops, I've planted them all
I'm a Plowboy, on a John Deer I ride
I do all I can to keep my crops alive
I'm a Plowboy, time is not on my side
Just keepin' my crops alive
Poison Ivy gave me the hives, keepin' my crops alive
Keepin' the crops alive (4x repeated)


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A kitten named Love

Love:

His gloved fingers loosely grab the tin cup as he sits slumped over.
People pass, barley glancing at the tattered man before them, their faces uncaring.
He has no home, no duplex or even apartment to call his own. Tonight he occupies a large box behind a local pizzeria, which sometimes if he is lucky the employees take pity and hand him a sack of three day old pepperoni. 

He rests his head along him arm, closing his wrinkled eyes before the rain comes. It bounces off his cardboard box fiercely and pools around his naked toes. A veteran for his country, he never thought his life legacy would be this, an empty box laying in an ally.

The night drags on with the raging storm, high winds, monstrous bolts of lighting and thunderous booms. Eventually the old man is awaken but not by the pounding rain but a purr. A kitten, merely a few months old has wondered into his lap taking refuge from the storm. Its orange and white fur drips as he shivers, yet his purr echos around the sagging brown walls. He sits upright and cradles the kitten, wondering why it didn’t run. Perhaps like himself  the small animal only wants a home. 

Its olive shaped eyes fixate on an empty bag of meat, its heart racing rapidly. The kitten is thin, appearing as though it has never ate. The war vet smiles and slides off his coat, he wraps the kitten gently then grabs his tin cup. Eagerly he shakes, panning for nickles and dimes. He washes windows even wipes away the grime. Never has he worked harder for $8.75 but tonight the man and kitten will eat from a bag that reads pedigree and to him that’s just fine. He has made a friend in the most unlikely of places and to him in the most needy of circumstances. Tomorrow the vet will rise and work the cruel streets of New York. He will face ridicule, people glaring in disgust, but he will gladly face it all to provide for his kitten he named Love.


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year of remembrance

21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.


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Midnight Candles and Oil and Rain

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI




Your...sweet smile...'n-the-rain...lightning and rain!

Flashes-of-the-past...that...smile-'n-the-rain


In...the-sun...the...glow-of-pain...all...went-away...
In...big-huge...waves!

Your...sweet...strong-hands...asleep-'n-mine...
From...all-that...pain...in waves!


Midnight...candles-'n-oil...in...the-rain...and...when...
It-rains...it-pours...an-oh-boy-does...it-pour!

Midnight...candles-'n-oil...in...the-rain...and...when...
It-rains...it-pours...an-oh-boy-does...it-pour!


A TEASER!!!


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I TRUST, YOU'LL REMAIN FAITHFUL TO ME...

The warm spring rain is a steady downpour 
 on this foggy eight- wheeler
parked by a dark highway seen from nowhere, 
as I hold and softly caress
your glowing photograph in my hands;
this wish seems impossible,
and imagining you next to me...
brings me closer to reality!

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
and mark down another empty day,
making you restless and insecure;
all in all, I am the same man you adored!

My feet trudge into the deep sand...    
making me wish that there was more
to life than this useless sorrow;
I have loved you and been proud of it,
and I hope to make you the happiest...
when all this comes to an end! 

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
as I am faithful to you to this day;
to give up everything we gave and felt...
would be none other than foolishness!

The spring rain has stopped coming down,
a patch of blue is seen though the bright clouds;
at least, my hope isn't completly gone...
that's  a good sign for a guy who only wished once!


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Please won't you come with me

I'm looking for my home
I've walked a million miles,
I've lost a thousand loves
and cried a hundred smile.

Please won't you come with me
I will kiss your face,
we can find our love somewhere
we can find the place.

Don't you remember me
I'm the one who's bad,
for taking what you gave me
for what I never had.

Please won't you come with me
I will hold your hand,
we can see the road together
we can see the land.

A heavy rain is falling
it's not too far behind,
like some friends I used to know
the rain is never kind.

Please won't you come with me
I will kiss your tears,
we can share our hopes together
we can share our fears.


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Real Raindrops

Every person can see it is raining, yet only I know why.
It's because my mother can see us now and the rain is the tears she must cry.
What a disappointment all of us survivors must now be.
I know at least a dozen of those tears are reserved just for me.
I've lost all will to do well without her to look at me with pride.
From her heavenly stance she sees all leaving my mistakes no where to hide.
Her husband has given up, relinquished all they worked so hard to maintain.
I know she wants him to pull together do well despite his pain.
My sister is now reckless traveling downward with an influential pack.
My mother must be wondering how so much common sense she does lack.
So while others are seeing merely raindrops falling down today.
I can tell where they are coming from, know exactly what they say.
And each teardrop of rain holds merit has every reason to be.
For the woman who worked so hard to hold us close now can finally see.
Without her we are all failures giving no heed to her time spent.
All her teachings and life work left with her when she went.


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The Manisfestation

If you believe,  that love is true , it will be  waiting there for you,
Then open wide your heart, inside there is love you've kept warm,
Heart to heart, and woman to man,
If you look at her from head to toe you will see,
The woman you made her to be,
She weathered the storm of envy
The rain has caused her grief,
Inside her heart, she believed the rain would end,
She clung to that hope,  but the world wanted more,
She was abrased by it's greed,
When you look into her eyes you will see,
The tears form, and she will cry,
She knows the beauty of  the love inside, it will manifest,
Then she will savor it's sweetness,
She's been showered many times,
She'll hear your voice hushed in the darkness,
She'll remember speaking softly in your ear,
She'll remember needing you close,
Giving her love to you was her choice,
Reach out and touch her hand, she'll need you to,
She'll grip your's tightly to let you know she approves,
Her pride will not stand in the way,
Like two children at love you'll play,
Her friendship was yours many days,
Then you'll place, your arm around her shoulder,
The many hours you shared in each others arms,
Were countless,  and then onward your arm falls to her waist,
If she lets your love inside you will place,
Your hand upon her head then the tears she's held inside you'll shed,
when they subside you'll be as humble as the lamb,
Your mouth will touch her mouth,
You  rescued her from the darkness,
And from the evils of a greater sin,
As love will know best, 
Your hand will explore her body,
For your heart wants to know,
That the jealousy of darkness has not, harmed what you intended to love,
You'll kiss her breast with warm sweet kisses,
Carnal knowledge will be warm, 
You'll touch where her love , and yours colide,
As you enter her body which is the temple,
Sacred for her man alone, 
your love will melt inside her,
As woman and a man you'll become as one...


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When the Mournful Sky Cries White Rain

When the world succumbs to the kiss of cold and a numbing gale is a breath away, on her knees she weeps; for the truth be told, there will be soft light on the hills today. Cool clouds begin to form her crown. Wool winds careen with sovereignty. Small specks of ivory dive down, whilst little shining gems fall free. In a blur, the sun disappears from sight and vanilla-wisps soar in wintry slews; like the stippled sheet of a moonlit night, they will blanket all of the floating blue. Blind blight to those who trek through hail; dove-down has never been so fierce. Enveloped in an iced jewel jail, the frigid shards of North Pole pierce. To the grave the blooms and the saplings go; they retreat with haste from the chilling sleet. And the terra scorns at the silent snow, for she knows his work isn't yet complete. Frost fire falls from a heart in pain... when the mournful sky cries white rain.


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WARM RAIN GUSHES FROM THE BRIGHT SKY

Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
to free all clouds of their heavy weight
and nourish everything below...
even the dry beak of a sparrow;
we didn't ask for it and yet
it came unexpectadly
to end our physical thirst...
another reminder of mercy!

The thirsty crows invade  
the drenched meadows,
once so dried-out and yellowed,
to resemble an arid desert;
water sustains life on this planet...
and allowes the low rivers to overflow
when winter can't bring any snow;
then...is all hope useless?

There'll be lots of  beautiful flowers this spring,
even those silent bells will joyfully ring;
a brighter sun will radiate... 
illuminating our path until evening:
so much joy in our singing,
a perfect time to meditate!

Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
surprise sparkles in the unbeliever's eyes;
doubts make us unhappy and weak...
considering the dark side of things!
Vision makes us soar above the awesome stars, 
while despair causes our souls to die!