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Details | Classicism | |

The Melody Of Love

 
Love plays different melodies.. 
Music to which lovers respond..
  
Instrumental, is the harp, 
the flute,  and the drum.
 
Listen with your ears, for
your heart may skip a beat
. 
Listen with your eyes,eyes will 
always see.

Hear with your whole being, 
the melody of love.
 
The Drum will beat out 
warnings..

As the harp beckons 
to you,.."come"!!
 
The flute will calm a 
distressed soul... 
But only the melody of unity 
can strike that blessed chord.
 
Unity and passion can 
fulfill the empty soul.
While
The melody of love 
unheard, is sad.

Opened ears will make songs glad.... 
When we move our feet together, 
our hearts will dance in unison
 
If we hear love’s melody 
with unguarded hearts - 
To the love we shall sub-come.

We contemplate the music 
of loves sweet refrain.
 
Together we make music 
of melodious adoration,
As our creator love 
has no limitations.

You whistle the same 
bars and measures. 
As I lay and calmly hum.

We be tuned as one- 
We become 
as a symphony, 
to which our 
heartstrings strum.


Details | Free verse | |

Any Ideas?

Well what should I write about tonight?

Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?

Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.

I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.

I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.

There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.

I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.

Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?

I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?

Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.


Details | Free verse | |

For What's Worth Breathing


Look at me
I am the life in a wasteland

Look at me
I am the slavery through the ages

Look at me
I am the mirror of the world

Look at me
I am the illusion I’ve fought for

Look at me
I’m still loving you

and I keep being here

for you, for me,
and for what’s worth breathing


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Free verse | |

Michael Jackson Gone Too Soon (Seventh Heaven)

“Heal The World” like in Heaven A “Thriller” many believed he was too “Bad” The King of Pops “Black or White” Seven times he cried—“The Way You Make Me Feel” Then he “Eased on Down the Road” Singing: “Earth Songs” like “Beat It,” “Leave Me Alone” Now “Ben,”—he is “Gone Too Soon!” ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ © Joseph Spence, Sr., 6/28/09 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ The form is 7/11/7/11/7/11/7. The total syllable count is 61. The first line has seven syllables, second eleven, third seven, fourth eleven, fifth seven, sixth eleven, and seventh seven. Rhyming is optional; however, it’s a plus. Any variation of the words “seven” or “heaven” must appear in the poem. Invented by Joseph Spence, Sr., 2007. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.


Details | Epic | |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Details | Rhyme | |

Goin' In

G-O-I- to the N. These 4 letters fill my head and that point I do begin. To go in and bust a ryhme. Come with a bong and you're right on time. To see my quickness, watch my shine and see me snap on every line. Through the course of this beat, I'll try to demonstrate. How everytime I jump on a track, I seem to defacate. And literate the coldness that I epitimate. Let's get it straight. I'm up on my way to the top and all my opponents I will eliminate. I see the game today and I must say it's a shame to mention. they're ryhming street with meat but lack a true flowwer's intuition. they're just spitting about the money and how they're looking so legit. And you say that you're running the streets well I'm about to take your jurisdiction. Because i never run out of breath. Can't you see that I'm clearly insane. Because this state of excessive dilirium has got me on a campaign. To get my streets from out of their sleep. And have them bopping to the beat. It's a renasance full of ambionce. And bovine hide free. It's a party and I'm the host. But the rest you've yet to see. Go by name of Intel The Brain. Or you could just call me I.T.B. Or you can call me that brother that can go up in the sky and have a mass celabration. Homie call it higher than thy. The skills that I sketch in this sonat, so horribly toxic. That if put inside of a missle and you launch it, call it atomic. And if you did'nt understand it then you need to run it back. Because I just plainly showed you how to go in on a track.


Details | Epic | |

Alligator and the Bayou Boogie Band

  Alligator with fierce but captivating eyes sometimes red glare
  The Man with a title given by the High Priest of his Tribe 
  A man gifted at Birth for the World to be entertained by.
  Though much more then the Entertainer inside ~

  This Man a poet , a man of wisdom and power 
  Playing his cordless accordion or Guitar on the tiny Bar
  Powerful stares , people dancing crazy underneath a moonlit sky
  His trance , a spell on others , not to be denied 

  A Force stronger then you will know , be dared to reckon with 
  His name was given at birth for a reason , A Scorpio
  Legacy throughout Europe and deep woods in the Bayou 
  Alligator loved by many , playing Jimmy Hendrix to Zydeco 

  Alligator , the man on fire , women can not help but desire 
  In Monterey Bay, California, he plays , magical surprise 
  be warned if you go with date to see him  "Alligator " 
  At the end of your dancing to Zydeco and blues 
  your date will be in Trance , one glare into his eyes 
  she will be wanting He at the end of the night , your demise.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

I'm Irreplaceable

I slip my headphones on, and I begin dreaming,
my desk is my alter, and the Heavens is what I'm seeing.
My pen is the bridge, and this paper is the gate,
writer's block is the pad lock, the only thing in the way.

I click open my pen, and begin to release from within,
my blood runs as deep the ink, and washes away my sins.
My thoughts are the cross, and my burdens act like a wreath.
Razor sharp thorns cut me, as I'm trying to catch my breath.

My enemies are the whips, hitting me in the back,
tying me down with chains, just to get a little laugh.
My lyrics are my message, what got me here in the first place.
My mind is my shovel, digging the hole to bury my scarred face.

Then the beat stops, and I wake up from my trance,
I hit replay and try again, I only got one chance.
I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing,
I'm Irreplaceable.


The track starts again, and I slip back into my sleep.
My pen is my gun and the paper is my enemies.
Writers block is my holding cell, and the key is my mind,
my mind is the problem, because it locks itself up all the time.

The beat is my pulse, slowing down before it drops,
then picking up the pace, while adrenaline does it's job.
My words are the bullets, penetrating your skin,
your body is still intact, but you're shattered within.

The lead is the streets, giving me countless ways to go,
the eraser gives me the ability, to never leave my home.
Every word is a stray bullet, it'll connect it won't.
My enemies are my targets, I either hit 'em or I don't.

But I'll keep shooting, until this lead goes dull,
I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing,
I'm Irreplaceable.


Details | Verse | |

Young Fool -To my Father

YOUNG FOOL.

Weren’t you the silly and stubborn young man who came to the land of the Free
and home of the Brave to work for free, starve and get no sleep? How dare you change 
paradise for this?

Once the night fell you got on a tiny boat with a thousand others breaking your mother’s 
heart and making the toughest man on earth cry, your father.

Oh you silly young man... smart, handsome, talented, and humble of only 23 decided to 
risk it all. You had it better than most back home, yet you needed more. You needed to 
set foot on the land of “Once upon a time.”

Days went by, weeks and maybe months, desperation came closer and the toughest 
broke down, the braves returned back home to make it there as if it was meant to be like 
that and the fool like you continued. Even though everything seemed to be endless, you, 
I guess, you trusted God or were too blind folded by your desires that you didn’t back up.

Tierra! (Land!) Was screamed in desperation as a sign of relieve. Tierra! Columbus and his 
men would’ve been ashamed of their cry announcing that they had reached land if they 
would’ve heard you and your companions.

OH, you silly old man, still don’t own a home. Yet, feel that you have accomplished all. 
Like a sleepy baby you got through the days. You made it through with hands that had a 
mind of their own, fixing things, painting, and doing things that still amaze us all.

But you, you didn’t come here for the home, the car of the year, or the Bling Bling but for 
the future of two little girls. Foolishness, ignorance and desire taught you to be the best 
man to walk the surface of the earth, to be tough, to be brave like a soldier and to stay 
humble all the way!

I love you Dad.




Details | Ode | |

Sexy Curves

In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street. 
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.

A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable. 
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see. 

I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop. 

You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a  little and calms. 
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.

You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock. 

Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed. 
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap. 

Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss. 


Dedicated to all the woman of the world. 
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all. 

 


Details | Ballad | |

Voice in the Night

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Healing words
Made from
Angel heart

Oh, her chocolate whisper
Warm convincing breeze
Oh, her breathy laughter
In the shadow of my need 

Don’t you hear the voice?
Save  you from despair
Don’t you hear the voice?
Sent by ghosts who care

Don’t you hear the voice?
Rises like a prayer
Come to rescue you
From your earthly snare

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope 
Kissed my tears away

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Now I dance
To a magic serenade

Don’t you hear the voice?
Memories of home
Don’t you hear the voice?
Pretty as a poem

Don’t you hear the voice?
Vivifies your soul
Bathes you in a pool 
Love you’ve never known

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller,
Take me, take me
To your bed

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller
Raise me, raise me
From the dead

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen



Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.


Details | Free verse | |

Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard


Details | Lyric | |

Umid

Umidin topragi  sevgi
Ofkem olsa  gozyasi
Tufan  olsa sondurse
Bitmeyen yanginini anilarin

Umidim sevginin atesi
Hikayesi anlatmakla  bitmez
Uyanirim kaygilanirima
Duslerim seni her gece 

Korkmadan yilmadan
Dusunurum yolunu
Duydukca adini uzaktan
Aglar yanarim her gece

Dalgalar ve ruzgarlar 
Ve bitmeyen yagmurlar
Yine kosarim umide
Nefesim aglatir beni
Dogarim yeniden umide

Umidin hayalinde sensiz
Yasarim gunahlarimi
Sesizligin olumunde
Sensiz her gece 

Kul olan agacim yeserse


Details | Lyric | |

Come As You Are

At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late 
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called 
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into 
What you now call 
"disapointment"
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose 
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book 
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for 
Themselves


Details | Free verse | |

THE MUSIC MAN

At eases rest, he sits waiting,
The guitarist.
Withered arthritic hands,
Shake now.
His study gaze strains,
To read the noted page.
Thoughts drifting, pondering,
A gentler pace.
Reflections pause, amongst, 
Remembrance still waters.
Life's forgotten rambler, 
Traveling along destiny’s,
Long lost highways.
Castaways absent player, 
In limbos mindless game.
A migrant hobo, 
Leaving reality's seasonal,
Venues behind.
God's harvest lies beyond,
In glories golden fields.
No lyrics express liberation’s,
Abandonment, freedoms release,
From pains well worn shell.
Lifted above griefs, loving kindred,
Peal away regrets many veils,
Layer by layer exposing,
Destiny's beauty in misty hews. 
A new adventure begins,
On horizons, magnificent canvas,
Behold a grand expanse.
A spirit soars, following an
Everlasting light.
It is peace without expression, 
Mankind’s ultimate fulfillment,
And loves final achievement.
Celebrations joy receives salvation's, 
Lost lamb.
In hymens sacred choir he'll join in,
Playing God's gospel, angel's voices,
Are raised in praise.
Strumming at his best, 
Within divinities,
Heavenly band.
Sweet melodies song echoes, 
Beneath stars shinning light.
The music man smiles,
 I've finally come home at last.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Free verse | |

NightwisH

**Inspired by the band "NightwisH" and the cover of an EP record. So many shades 
of silver created a haunting feeling that never let go of my mind. **

My eyes close and I NightwisH
Sliding into another moment and place
Condemned to my universe of charade
Illusions of you govern my repose

And you posture steadfast...gazing
Your long, silken, glacier white hair
Besets your Angelic crystallized face
Save your eyes...which are bound by onyx

Pupils shaded a dappled, arctic ocean hue
Fervent and enticing, digging into me
Lips slightly parted in pale pink persuasion
I am overwhelmed with insistent anxiety

Fusing into the surrounding snow
All things appear a silvern haunt of gray
A steel shaded tunic frames your outline
Shrouded about your featured soul...taut

Heeding wings now outspread to eternity
Nearer to me than heretofore, I ponder
Feet not impinging the Iced Earth below
The pallid blue eyes of you penetrate my heart

Striving to glance away...to capture my breath
I cannot evade your gaze, your elegance
Embracing my crown into your depths
My vital force fills with abysmal hunger

A new day breaks, to thaw the minds frost
My snowy Angel evanesces into rainbow disguise
I suspire until the eventide envelopes the sun
The moons fire glistens into another NightwisH

© 2011 Kevin Stock


Details | Haiku | |

All About the Music: Sole On Soul

Click clack; Sole on soul.
Swaying shoes to the rhythms 
The beat makes you whole.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Faerie Box Quest

Nattie and Thomas had left home
In search of the magic Portal,
And there find: Vilenist, a song,
Faerie dust--to save the mortals.

"There it is, Nattie! I can see it!"
Screamed Thomas with so much delight,
Not seeing the stream, fell in it.
"You can swim when everything's right!"

Scolded Nattie, "But now, let's go!"
Then she helped Thomas from the cool stream.
They followed the path to the glow
From the Portal refracting beam.

"Okay. This is it...you ready?"
"Yes,  Nattie. She needs us! Let's jump!"
Jump they did. But, not quite steady
Landing on a toadstool...KER--THUMP!

"Ouch! Get off my head!", cried Toadstool.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?"
Scuff'ling to their feet--Nattie, cool--
Said, "We're sorry! No need blowing!

"We didn't mean to land on you."
"Well...all right then...Am I bleeding?!"
Gigg'ling, Nattie said, "Not a bruise!"
"I'm Larch Bolete! Your names...Seedling?"

I'm Nattie...Thomas, my brother.
And we're here to see Vilenist.
Can you tell which way or other
We need to go: North, South, West, East?"

"Gladly my dear, but do take care.
Night is coming--strange things about--
If you must go, then East is where
She'll be...Your hearts must be quite stout!"

With smiles and thank you, East they went.
Night had come, but their path was bright.
"WOW! Look, Nattie! Magnificient!
Everything glows--You see this, right?"

"Yes, Thomas, but do you see"--"NAT!!"
Fluid rainbows--quicker than quick!
Spark'ling colours--this way and that!
And music that changed with each click!

Before they could say one more thing,
The most beautiful Rainbow Fae
Was playing harmonics on strings
Of her violin--that could fly!

She was colours and ice crystals.
She moved like the air and could change.
Her hair, rainbow-streaked--a minstrel
Whose music healed, saved, spoke through planes.

"Nattie Grace snd Thomas, you're here!
I've been expecting you, my dear.
There isn't much time, but don't fear,
I have what you came for quite near."

Vilenist, then presented two
Items: a simple box of Great Oak Wood,
And a small twinkling jar of blue,
With instructions, they understood.

"In this box, is the song you seek.
You mustn't look!  You mustn't peek!
To save your mortals so unique.
This jar: Faerie Dust--for each cheek."

She took them to the Portal base
And blessed them both as they passed through
With a song and faerie dust face,
"Where you believe there is magic...you will find it."

deborah burch©
5/27/2012 

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Heavy Metal Music

Listening to heavy metal music is so awesome, it's like I'm in a mosh pit. It's also as if
I'm at an underground concert in New york City, on Saturday nights. When I'm listening to
a lot of metal music, it's like being in a giant pit of inferno. I can feel the adrenaline
through my brainwaves. And when I listen to the music, I also feel the rush throughout my
veins. If there's a heavy metal concert was in town, this is going to be like an
underground concert for all of the underdogs where the mayhem is really happening. The
guitars, the amps, drums, and the bands; they're all very entertaining. I put in a heavy
metal music CD in a CD player, I press "play," and when the music plays, it will be like a
headbangers festival in North Hollywood, California. And with a lot of heavy metal albums
that I were to own, this will be like a real house party.


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The CareSoul Carousel

The music chanting with no sound
The circles spinning round and round
Things are blurry from either end
Your vision lost in upper suspend

The horses flair with no despair
They see him coming as they prepare
To take him to his enchanted land
To take him away from the evils hand

The clownish music making fun
Of real life clues for the end of sun
As horses spin to help the one
Escape all hell of grown up pun

They spin and neigh and free his mind
Forgetting how the world is mine
Forgetting how his thoughts are bound
Releasing prisms of light bended sound

The barrier they do constantly break
The circles spin at a faster rate
The childs laughter turn to one of hate
The horses turn to bones of deaths smiling face

The cirle now spinning faster to one
Becoming a blurred vision of boy vs none
It spins so fast you can no longer see him
He has become apart of the blurry evil den

From his view he does not see sin
He see the horses grow strong with men
The knights of good bestow his land
As the carousel takes him to this grand

The horses grow a pair of wings
This must be for the flight of kings
As clouds they part in the land of good
This boy has met his version of pure

Our view the circles spinning has stopped
Nothing left inside the horses have rot
The boy no longer laughing out loud
His stare now a gaze with nothing of proud

He mind has left his core still around
The carousel took his soul below ground
The carousel brought this boy to his knees
But the one that knows is the one that sees



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Man with sorrow

A risky side
A twisted mind 
He's a man with sorrow 
He's a man on his own
I know your secrets
I see you losing control

I want you back
Oh I want you back home
*Chorus*:
To kill your sore
To purify your soul 
But not a glimmer of hope
And not a glimmer of joy
 

You walk with a frozen heart
Making it hard for me 
To leave you alone 
 
Your nonsensical twist
Makes me shiver inside 
 
The more mysterious he gets
The more attractive it gets 
 
Chorus:
But not a glimmer of hope
Not a glimmer of joy 
(2x) 
 
Your fatal deadly thoughts
Make me scream for more
 
I can never show, how much my love
For you was strong 
But you're the one I blame
 
I'm craving on saving you
So I can slay you on my own
 
I try to forget,
But I find myself with regrets 
 
You looked at me and said it straight
With no circles to spin
Baby turning the page,
Will lead us nowhere...
 
But not a glimmer of hope 
Nor a glimmer of joy 
I know your secrets 
I see losing control 
You're the one I blame
You're the one I crave.

**please feel free to correct and comment! :) ** MS-


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My Inner BOSS

Take my hand and walk with me, 
ill show you side of a world that you never seen. 
Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet,
this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. 

No one goes into my hood,
we done really care for you angry mood.
Music will blare everywhere around out street,
it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet.

Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face,
you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance.
You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you,
and make it seem like i had nothing to do.

It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart,
even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start.
You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance,
we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"?



Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! 
PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!


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Blinded

Branded, like a cigarette
crushing flesh to the bone
paralysed by fear
though you struggle on your own
your ego 's got you wary
while your mind's in control
shut empty and on edge
Oh Down you go

No formal introduction
to a girl without a face
arms stretched out wide
consoles me with her grace
she says, she's got the answer
to any kind of pain
medicated love
pyrotechnics for the flame

Guess i am
your muse my friend
oh Yes I am
she says ... 


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Gaetano

(Gaetano Donizetti)

Gaetano performs in the Opera Hall,
con bravura le mani, he moves in three acts,
he conducts il crescendo, deciso and tall,
espressione di drama and epos he tracks.

Such effusive emotion's derived by his hands
and emphatic the passage their movements enforce
from a distance his broadness devoted expands
Donizzeti imparts, in poetic discourse.

Born in Bergamo, poor, to the muses belongs
operatic creations, symphonic his deeds,
quartets made for strings, oratorios, songs
il Maestro transmits and sopranos he leads.

Gaetano directs, through his dancing hands' flare
marziali address, maestosi e gentil'
how the music expands 'come marcia' and prayer
and the instruments reach the Duomo in still.

© G. V., 12-18-2013, All Rights Reserved
( Anapestic Tetrameter )

( You may click on the "About this poem" button to find a translation 
of the technical terms used and some information on Gaetano Donizetti.)


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Unsuspecting Victim

Four teenagers 
Paige
Matt
Kevin
Kat

Backgrounds-
Paige- psychic, can see and talk to the dead, has demons who come to her for help
Matt- Has demons attachted to him, dating paige
Kevin- A Nerd from school, intersted in pot
Kat- Training psychic, paiges best friend, dating kevin

Prom Night- 2011

Sitting in the car positioning themselves
into a compfy spot
Matt sits in the driving seat
Paige in the passenger seat
Kat and Kevin in the back seat
Kat laying on Kevins shoulder
All of them latch there seat belts
Driving unto the road to go to after prom
Paige sees someone
Someone no oe else can see but her
Sitting right beside her is her (demon but almost human ghost) friend
He whispers "i can try to keep you save from everything, but i cant make a promise)
She looks down at Matts foot
Holding unto the break peddal is one of Matts demons
The demon breaks the pedal and has one hand into the engine of the car
A car coming up behind them
Trying to pass them
Matt decides to make it difficult for them to pass
As he does he tries to hit the breaks
And they didnt work
They drive into the ditch 
Trying not to hit the other car infront of them
Flipping a few times as they land with all the tires on the ground and the 
Top of the car towards the sky
Paige lays on the windsheild her head cut by the glass
She looks  at her self
She sees her body laying there looking up at Matt as he smirks to her
His eyes turn black and he smirks again
Paiges ghost friend opens the door and pushes her out
Far from the car
She now lays close to the road
She watches the car as it rolls off the hill
Flipping it again, also looking down at her lifeless body
She sees Matts demon again

The Night After

Paige was rushed to the hospital
Matt, Kevin and Kat left with only bruises and a few cuts
Paiges brain was internally bleeding
She stands in the hospital 
Outside of her body
Standing looking at her ghost friend
He ssays to her "as much as i want you to be here with me, your family needs you in your other life"
She wakes up a few hours later, in her body, and getting better


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


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ELVIS my impression

                           This is my impression of Elvis Presley 
I was vey lucky to be 16 in 1956 when Rock and roll came into existence the greatest music of all time and for all time, this is what it all met to me.


Elvis was the big bang to creating music like the big bang was to creating the universe
Before Elvis their was no rock and roll, no music, no dancing 
His look was unique
His movements on stage were unique
His voice was the greatest like nothing ever heard before
His songs started the greatest music craze in the history of music rock and roll
He looked dangerous 
He looked like he was having the best time of his life on stage
Elvis didn’t give a damm who wrote his songs black or white
He was the first entertainer who did it all before anyone else did anything
Both men and women loved him
Elvis was a mans man
Elvis was a ladies man
Elvis was a gentleman
Elvis was a Christian 
Elvis was a momma’s boy
Elvis was respectful of his fans
Elvis was just one man who changed music forever in America in 1956 
When Elvis sings you have to smile, to tap your feet, clap your hands, move your body, and come alive
It’s 2013, 35 years since Elvis died 
He is still the major Icon of the music world
Elvis is still the most worshiped singer and entertainer in history
Thousands and thousands of fans visit his home each and every year
Elvis didn’t smoke or drink
Elvis became an actor but could have become an accomplished actor with the right people and advice around him
Coronel Parker was both good for Elvis and bad for Elvis
Liberace taught Elvis how to dress with flash
Elvis had his own way of moving on stage when he sang no one has ever duplicated his signature moves God know how many tried
Elvis served the country he loved when he was drafted into the army no complaining 
Elvis asked fro no special treatment while in the army 
Elvis loved the woman and the woman loved him back
Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
Elvis met his tragic and to soon end to his life he was only 42
Elvis was hooked on prescription pills and that’s what killed him
No one could tell Elvis what to do many tried all failed
The music died on the day Elvis died
It was so sad that Elvis felt so all alone so much of his life that is what fame does to you
Elvis was the King
No one else will ever occupy the Kings throne
Elvis loved to sing gospel songs no other entertainer of rock and roll ever did 
No entertainers star shines brighter or ever will
You can ask any great entertainer and there are hundreds and will all agree Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
No entertainer in the history of music ever had a first year success like Elvis had
I saw Elvis in Las Vegas in 1972  when the music started and you knew that Elvis was soon to be coming on stage the excitement and the anticipation in the room was over whelming and beyond compare everyone in the room was mesmerized


This is my remembrance of Elvis Presley

Dennis Davis
March 15, 2013


 



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just free

Beautiful stranger how do you do
Do you really excised 
As I step out of the door 
With the music that carries me out of the door
 Carries me though the day 
Your intone with the tone 
Blood I don’t know what you’re running from
Is it the mud that covers your new 42s
Running flushing 
Mashing though your airways 
You’re with the speakers
Airways going to keep you sweating 
I don’t know what your running from
You just keep running and running away
This is battles of the airways and your mind 
You just can’t get enough of me 
Your mind can find that grind to fly bind to solar wind 
You’re running on solar
 your airway has bloomed
Mind stops blind to what your running from
YOU’RE FREE at this time 
And you keep running and running away
Mind is blank with eyes fixed on your goal 
Like a rolling stone as you stroll through your own intersection 
Cloud 9 
Were your worries and sorrys have no more hurry
Scurry with your goal as you legs are in full transition with motion 
But yet your mind carries you to the finish 
Never stop till the end 
As you will never mend to the music 
As your nurture shapes your nature 
Written with endless possibility’s 
Keep running  in rain or snow 
Or you are not moving 
or hiding like a butterfly 

 




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Walking next to nature

Exuberant
different shades
of grasses
bushes
and trees
along paths
rivers
meandering
to and from
deltas
in valleys
across
the rain forests
making
all creatures
dance 
to natural
rhythms
celebrating
all that is 
breathing
and 
walking
next
to nature


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MidNight Wishes

Even though i did not hear your voice tonight i'm still ahit,
I will go on like this for ever, i wont go out without a fight. 
I'll fight till the end of this life to win your heart,
All you have to do is tell me when to start.

The music blarrin in my head phones at 1:52 AM and i'm lovin it, 
cause it helps me remember your gorgeous smile like it was meant to fit. 
Wanting to feel your touch and kisses all over me ignites the fire in me,
Wanting to take you by your hand and run wild in a big sea. 

There aint much i can say to express myself but this will have to do for tonight,
I think its just that i haven't reached height.
You no I love you and that's all that matters or will ever matter to me,
I will love you till i die, like I told you before, cant you see? 
 


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The Real Reason

I was so above you
And it was very clear to see
But I came to give you my heart
sacrificing all I had 
Just for shot at love
we started off so strong 
I actually thought it was you were worth it
We had a lot in common 
So it made easy for us to talk
We were going so good
But caught in the act 
You said you and I did not make sense
But I must admit I was glad It was over

Now the real reason I gained back my life
And You just lost best thing in your life
Thus why I smiled when I caught you kissing that other boy


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Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


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"The Ataratic Tempest"

The passion that comes
When greeted by a storm
Is nothing I can explain
The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning
Sends a frenzy of shivers through my body
Making my every nerve numb
As the light flickers
And the thunder claps
I can feel my heart beat faster
The rain on the roof 
Like a drum
Sends my body in a rhythmic dance
The wind is my partner
As I float around
Above the ground
Leaving my worries behind


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At Breaking Point

There is nothing in this world that i can possibly think of or think of doing to tell you how much I love you. You are so sweet to me, i can't almost stand it wen you call me handsome and cute, cause it sounds so sweet to me. If there is anything in this world that you can think of for me to prove my love to you, just name it. I will be all over that in a flash. Even though we didn't get to see each other for very long cause of my dumb ass, that was still what i wanted to see today really bad. Looking into your BEAUTIFUL green eyes today was like looking into Gods heaven. The only thing that is missing is your touch on my skin. I probably would not be able to hold it in me and take a hold of you by your waist and press you against me, and than the smell of your hair would turn me on to the BREAKING POINT. I would start by kissing down your neck and curress your neck with my tong. Than while curressing your body, I would start slipping my hands under your shirt, and under your bra and upon your perfect titties. Than i would start pulling your bra and shirt off at the same time and begin kissing your titties. Kiss them all the way down to your belly button and back up to your face. When i would lift your upon my hips i would carry you to the bed and start kissing you back down your titties and your ribs and your belly button and than an inch lower passed your belly button just to get you a little more wet and wanting.
To Be Continued. Set for Contest!


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SAPPHO'S CLIMB

                       SAPPHO'S CLIMB

Is this Sappho to whom i speak
Bride of Lesbos with the low forbidden voice
She climbs the rocky mountains dangerous  peak
Calls in the blue daughters of twilight to rejoice
in the bursting spring. She brings her songs and lyre
Delights the camping soldiers with the fire
Bold call-- vibrates soldierly repressed desires
Sirens yearn --bid most valiant heroes return
Desert-- slaves to familiar arms that hold them til they burn


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Daydreaming

Desire 
Coursing through my veins
Infecting my brain
Drives me insane

I'm feindin' for those uppers
I'm feindin' to get down
I need to feel that ecstasy
That overwhelming sound

I'm cravin' me some instant death
I'm asking to raise hell
I hear my familiar shallow breath
That comfy, cushioned cell

I need to feel my insides out
I need to taste the pills
I feel the love and that's no doubt
That wretched, lovely taste that kills







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Don't Let It Go To Your Head by Fefe Dobson and Jordin Sparks

The hit single, "Don't Let It Go To Your Head," is the best song all music fans have ever heard. It was performed by Fefe Dobson and Jordin Sparks. this song is so amazing, so rad, it's like being in this "end-of-a-serious-relationship" situation and this whole "beginning-of-a-real-serious-relationship" type of deal. And on top of that, it's like being in a romantic comedy-drama film set in New York City. Listening to " Don't Let It Go To Your Head" is like going to a rock music festival in New York City, Phoenix, Arizona, and Toronto, Ontario, Canada. That song is so cool, I wish it was heard on an episode of "Degrassi: The Next Generation" on Teen-Nick (formerly The-N). "Don't Let It go To Your Head" by Fefe Dobson and Jordin Sparks is considered the end-of-a-longtime-relationship song, especially when a guy or a girl decides to break up with his girlfriend or her boyfriend. I've seen the music video made by Fefe Dobson, but not the music video of the same song by Jordin Sparks as of yet. It seems that Ms. Sparks and Ms. Dobson have outdone themselves. What's so great about the song, "Don't Let It go to your Head," is that of its different instrumentals, but with the same lyrics. How interesting is that? Well, the hit single "Don't Let It go to your Head" really should've been heard on an episode of "Radio Free Roscoe." Boy, if Fefe Dobson's then-second album, Sunday Love, had been released, I would've bought the CD, and since Jordin Sparks' second album, Battlefield is out, I'll go get it and buy it. I wonder if the "Don't Let It Go To Your Head " song will have been featured on the soundtracks to my would-be short stories-turned-possible-interracial romance films? Very good question. And if "Don't Let It Go To Your Head" by Fefe Dobspon and Jordin Sparks was to be featured on the "Rock Band" video game and it was inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame, that would be very awesome.


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Teenage Love 14: Teen Couples of the 1970s

The 1970s were the grooviest years for all of the teenage lovebirds-turned-married adults.
Young love has still been among all of the then-teen couples since the day disco music was
born. It seems that when two young people (a teen boy-turned-man and a teen
girl-turned-grown woman) first met while attending at summer camp, they were meant to have
been together. And when they met back in either middle school or high school, it was love
at first sight for them. Back in the 1970s, including the year 1975, all teen lovebirds
had gone to the movies at various movie theaters, listened to a lot of  music (pop, rock
and roll, rhythm and blues, and disco) gone out to eat, that kinda stuff. Their outfits
were very awesome back in the day, especially when the young boys-turned-men and the young
girls-turned-women had afros and had been wearing bell-bottoms and stuff. What was so
great about young love back in the 1970s was when these two young lovers had always been
serious with each other, especially when they had made a promise not to have ever cheated
on each other with other people, even if this guy was as attractive as he was and this
girl was also as attractive as she was. It looks like love has never taken its tolls on
everyone, not even their mothers and their fathers. This is starting to look like an
episode of "Happy Days," which was a great TV show with Henry Winkler. That was very
interesting. And even when all of the then-teenage lovebirds were still together, all teen
idols were in the Hollywood, California, scene, that included Erin Murphy, Donny Osmond,
and Melissa Sue
Anderson. Young love back in the 1970s was also when "The Brady Bunch" was on the air. And
if this type of young love keeps growing and growing, even before the 22nd century,
there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.


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Musical Entities

At the top of this mountain
My heart pounding
Aware of all i possess
Once upon a time in vacancy land,
I close this book,
It's last words read,
The power,
I watch as the waves spread
Layering over the crowd
Suffocating us all within unity
The ground shakes
As i lye here
Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh
Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin
Sand sinking further in my back
Golden braids blend with the light
The grass reveals orange
Illuminiscent beauty,
A land once vacant,
Now taken over by the power of sound
The waves descend,
Ascending farther past this plain
Clouds breathing
Whispering echoes heard from this surface
Over and over,
Once again,
We are counting on this feel
We are losing the hours into the night
The full moon beams patterns
Never seen before,
Only to be cherished for this night
This moment in reality,
A body of vibrations
With ties so loosely,
Woven in and out of structures
Between the buried and me,
We remain threads of certainty,
In this moment,
Dependent on one another,
Through the body of the greater
The body of the ocean,
Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity
To accomodate the loss some of us have never found
I watch as stars fall on my face
Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before
Rising to greet the occassion,
The waves pick me up and guide me through the music


Details | I do not know? | |

An Uplifting Sonnet

Mine ear hath heard the enchanting music, Thy splendor sounds form a steady accord; Tunes blend compliantly—therapeutic! And this tune—it stabs me with a sharp sword For through the singer, you must find talent To find your fantasy before it dries Squeal with joy—just like a new born infant! That hath his gift of uplifting thine eyes Now hear what sounds turns crowds anguish to cheer Mine ears have heard thy voice—is it songbirds? Are you awakened by the sounds of fear? The desires I hath reaped enticed herds! Yet ears grasp its want to release vast grace, Draws attention to what they hear—embrace!


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 12: Teenage Lovers of the 1950s

It was the 1950s and all teen lovebirds back in the day were the greatest couples in
America. These people were way before all people who were born in the 1980s were born,
even me. It seems that both teen lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen
girl-turned elderly woman) fell completely in love with each other when they were in
middle school or high school, even when doo-wop music and rock and roll music were born.
It looks like all of the then-teenage lovebirds had a great time back in the day. In
reference to teen couples dating back in the 1950s (including the year 1954), they went to
a drive-in movie, ate at a diner, they went to see a full moon in classic cars, that kinda
stuff. These dates were way before the first cell phone was invented, MTV made its TV
channel debut, and before computers were invented. On top of all that, both of the
then-young lovebirds used to listen to their favorite love songs, like, "Baby, Baby" by
Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers, "Can't Help Falling In Love" by the late Elvis Presley,
Great Balls of Fire" by Jerry Lee Lewis, and "Will You Love Me Tomorrow" by the Four
Seasons and the Shirelles. Their parents were happy that their teens were dating back in
the day, especially when their parents (the mothers and the fathers) back in the 1950s
found out that they were dating. And now that they're not teenagers anymore and even if
they stay together as a married couple, they'll tell their grandchildren about the day
these two lovebirds have met and fell completely in love.


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Gardion Angel

Angels East, Angels West, North and South just do your best, To guide and watch her while she rests.


Details | Ballad | |

Phantom kisser-

A masquerade ball was in full concert when
A charming young man stepped in

He bore a green tunic with gold trim
Mask devilish with a wry grin

His mask bore five feathers atop his brow
In full view of the whole of the crowd

The music stopped and no servant bore his name
No mark of royalty or note of fame

Who is this man whispers a girl
A mystery man, man of the world

His eyes a radiant green breaching the mask
The music starts with a nod no questions asked

His manner quite and shy though confident
Both hands resting behind his torso defiant

Utterly refusing any hand placed before him
A mission is what makes him grim

One girl and only one is his treasured fox
She is sitting at a table near the clocks

A common girl young enough for school
A starving pain runs through him almost cruel

A slow melody is played by the maestro
The gentleman gaze at him to and fro

A hand his placed before her tired eyes
Shear delightful sounds as she cries 

An angry man in a red mask stalks toward them
When an older woman steps in front of him

“Let them go” She says
“Why should I” eyes furiously red

To the center of the dancing floor they stroll
The beat picks up with a flick from maestro

Soft beats sound as they come together
Then silence…..weightless like a feather

A dazzling dance wows the place
Enough so to put awe on each face

After the last step and last beat coincide 
Their masks come up no more reason to hide

Their lips meet and cheers break out
Like those at a fight awaiting the bout

The commotion was too much for the old man
He stumbled forward to greet the brigand

A chase commenced with the house guards
Even some of the house bards
 
The Youngman fell and was detained quickly
Then a sound arose from the courtyard sickly

The sound of a sword piercing flesh
A pool of blood and a mess

Unveiling his mask bore only a lad
At this the old man felt sad

The young girl never knew what became of him
Her father detailed his absence to be of a decided whim

In reality he survived after his body was left for dead
A long fever and a month in bed

A preacher picked him up and healed his impaled breast
With medicine and well needed rest

He awoke later to a dream of his lady fair 
When he smelt the perfume of roses in the air

A second chance the preacher stated 
Yes it was not to be he debated

Now he is an old man sitting and writing this tale
Letting my grandson know not to bail

For I will leave it in my will for his eyes only!


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Love this hate that

music is more than an obsession its magic
no room in my heart for another thing
Why does the devil talk to me and i listen to it
feel like i gave myself away a conscript
who wont listen to his parents
a young rebel not caring
but i don't have a selfish center im always sharing
so let me give this back to you what you gave to me world
so much blood hate anger 2 vipers inter twineing and twirling
the black depths of my mind is swirling 
the passion i used to have is running low so follow me
No remorse im nothing more than a modern day force
evil sittin on my horse swinging my sword twords
your vocal cords as my hordes of minions claim im insane
as they dancein short shorts take a bat to your porsche
stomp down all your fortes join me im no demon
im just a evil genius alwase scheming about reaping
anyone stupid enough to close there eyes for sleeping
im fiending on feeding you to my inner beast whos dreaming
Of a day i wake up without screaming


Details | I do not know? | |

Playing Roles

He said open up and feel this good loving and keep
it a secret never share what you been freaking keep it 
a mystery unsolved take that step to a whole different world 
make me your believely say my bad boy ways drives you
insane make me fall play the viction keep blowing my
brains out kick your slang spin my emotions all around 
tell me im the only one make my feelings inreplaceable 
play your roles because u know i wouldnt 
leave


Details | Verse | |

Pavarrotti in China

I have listened and watched this concert;
It took my breath away.
Pavarrotti was quite magnificent,
Sensational some would say.

Mama was an instant hit,
Sang with passion and with pride.
Il Traviatti was supremo
and came from deep inside.

He sang so many famous works,
He had us all in tears:
O Sole Mio and Nessun Dorma,
Will live with us for years.

He was given many curtain calls,
They acknowledged what he'd done;
giving accolades of praise
to opera's greatest son!


Details | Epic | |

Soft Music 101

Listening to a lot of soft music is seriously relaxing and soothing. And when he or she is listening to that type of music, it's as if he or she's driving throughout the entire city until sunrise. Soft music consists of "Take My Hand," "Don't Slide,"  and Sand In My Shoes" by Dido Armstrong, "Blue Monday" by Flunk, and other artists. Although the music may put others to sleep (but it's not that bad and all), but the music is still relaxing. I wonder if there's going to be more artists to record some soothing music? I guess I'll never know.


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Canadian Rock Music

Rock music from Canada is as awesome as rock music from the United States. It's like a music festival just outside of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It seems that the Canadian rock stars have outdone themselves, especially when they're entertaining all of their American fans. Out of all Canadian rock stars, five of my favorites are Skye Sweetnam, Fefe Dobson, Alanis Morissette, Avril Lavigne, and Samuel "Sam" Roberts. What's so cool about Canadian rock music is when the drummers and the guitar players are on stage, making a lot of music and stuff. It's also as if all of us American rock music fans are attending a Fefe Dobson concert at an auditorium just outside Winnipeg, Manitoba, and Calgary, Alberta, Canada. when listening to a lot of Canadian rock music, it's like going into a real frenzy and stuff.  All rock stars and rock groups from America have helped all Canadian rock stars and rock groups revolutionized the entire scene, especially when Three Days Grace have made a very impression. Why, if Canadian rock music continues to have affect on all of us American rock music fans, that would be very awesome.


Details | Ode | |

InSide Happiness

Happiness is an emotion that i don't show very often, The Evil inside kills me everyday not to show it coming. Joy, where did you go? I can't find you anymore, where are you hiding? Please come back to me, i want to feel you when ever i want it siding. The smell of you next to me is so peaceful, But i cant see your magical touch cause its i am not too cheerful. Slap me or do what ever you want to me, Crawl inside me and make me feel you freely.


Details | Bio | |

Depression Kills

I don't know how long it has been since i heard your voice, 
I don't know why i left without a word, but it was not my choice.
You wished me away, so i left without a word,
you told me to lose you, that's all i ever heard. 

Tears ran down my face with every thought of you,
not being able to see your smile, it would punch me though.
My chest has a whole, that you put there,
it hurts some times, but its not like i care.

I been hurt to many times before to feel anything at the moment,
I thought we had some thing special, but at the end you broke it.
So now again i am all alone and I have no shoulder,
my life is empty now i am beginning to feel allot colder. 

You showed me what people can be like, some thing like you,
people that hurt others and than walk away like they had nothing to do.
But they don't know that they just ripped some ones heart out,
and your left alone, once again, bleeding on the ground.


Details | Ballad | |

Venus The Queen

A cold sullen night it was the day where the lights would come out and play A dream of dreams in which we couldn't wait The coronation of a celestial queen The brightness's everlasting fate This day was the time where we all could see unless the truth is too blinding Oh sweet bearer of light who's name brings all ignorant fright. Here she comes venus the queen etolie jolie Safe and serene you are the guide Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile jolie Here she comes venus the queen etolie jolie Safe and serene You are my Lucifer Queen Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile Jolie. How great we are to have such a light Where I can finally know my life A guide throughout this eternal night. Freedom and Independence is what you are Never astray a far But tonight the clouds are unchained. Here she comes venus the queen Etolie Jolie Safe and serene You are the guide Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile jolie Here she comes Venus the Queen Etolie Jolie Safe and serene You are my Lucifer Queen Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile Jolie.


Details | Free verse | |

In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.


Details | Epic | |

Isigin dusu -1

Isigin dusu yagmur 
Yagar yagar   
Sicim gibi duser 
Duser  ustume
Uyanirim  dusumden
-Hatirlarim  -
Gecmis yasanmis  
Bitmemis  hayata
Senle ve sensiz
Isigin duser  ayin golgesine
Isildar  yakamozun dalgalarin sesinde
Senle ve sensiz 
Yasamim eser  melteminde tenin
Aninda ruyam desem unutulmaz
Lodos kasirkaydi karanlikti  gece
Karanliktan daha karanlikti  dunya ve ay
Dusunurken seni ay isigi vursa yuzune
Senle ben sensiz bir hic
Bir yildiz olsa da  aydinlatsa yolumuzu
Ask yalin bir cocuk goge agaca tirmanan
Nehirlerde ve denizlerde sandalamiz
Sevdamizi tasiyan goklere merdiven 
Sen istedikce  kosalim bilinmiyene
Ellerimizde isik  sevdali gizem 
Yagmur  ve sel sonra  gunes   goklerde ates

Korkmadan bu defa senle yine  olumune
Karanlikta ve komurun atesinde  elele
Yuruyelim  elele  isigin  harelerinde


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Heavy Metal Opera

The stage will be filled with a lot of heavy metal music bands and a lot of fireworks. If
I were a heavy metal maestro, I'd go on a world tour, that includes Canada. I'd also make
a life-changing performance in the United Kingdom. For the props for a heavy metal opera,
I'll have actors and actresses portray as dark angels, demons, and blood-sucking vampires.
As for the bands, they'll be playing a lot of heavy metal music for 7 hours non-stop. I
will have been the first-ever heavy metal maestro and I'll make a life-changing
performance for a worldwide audience. If the crowd loves the entire show, then I'll
consider giving them an encore or two. We, as music fans, love heavy metal music because
we all can feel the adrenaline rushing through our veins. And when I retire, after all of
my would-be operas are successful, I'll always be a heavy metal maestro in my own right.


Details | Lyric | |

Umid

Umidin topragi  sevgi
Ofkem olsa  gozyasi
Tufan  olsa sondurse
Bitmeyen yanginini anilarin

Umidim sevginin atesi
Hikayesi anlatmakla  bitmez
Uyanirim kaygilanirima
Duslerim seni her gece 

Korkmadan yilmadan
Dusunurum yolunu
Duydukca adini uzaktan
Aglar yanarim her gece

Dalgalar ve ruzgarlar 
Ve bitmeyen yagmurlar
Yine kosarim umide
Nefesim aglatir beni
Dogarim yeniden umide

Umidin hayalinde sensiz
Yasarim gunahlarimi
Sesizligin olumunde
Sensiz her gece 

Kul olan agacim yeserse


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A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell



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Love Songs of the 1970s

All of the then-loving couples have been listening to all of the love songs from the 1970s, including the year 1974. Love has been in the air for all of the people back in the 1970s since the day doo-wop music was born and the British  Invasion began back in the 1960s. all of the love songs have been on the radio every day from 1970 to 1979, especially that of "Maggie May" by Rob Stewart, "American Pie" by Don McLean, and other love songs. They were way before I was born, especially that of the mid-late 1980s. Disco was alive when those love songs were on the radio. And when listening to songs performed by artists like David Cassidy, Melanie, Donny Osmond, ABBA, and others back in the 1970s, it's like spending a Saturday night at the Hollywood Hills in Hollywood, California. It's also as if it's prom night 1976 all over again. Paul McCartney is that of an idol for all of the then-teenagers. How interesting was that? I wish all of the now-and-then loving couples knew what their lives were like when they met and fell in love with each other, even by listening to a lot of love songs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Phantom of the Opera

If I were Christine,
I would have chosen The Phantom
His genius, unique beyond comparison
His voice-indescribable
When he sings
It sends chills down my spine
And I close my eyes
And let the magic of his music carry me far away
I would like to believe
That he would have been a great person to know
Had he been a little more friendly
I would like to believe
That he would have given the world such beauty
If given the chance
But even at a young age
He was tortured and tormented
And never once
Given his opportunity to shine
But in my heart
He will always be
Shining brightly
And inspiring the music that grows in me


Details | Ode | |

Prayer To My Self

Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.


Details | Epic | |

What fills the Air

What fills the air?
The song of birds?
The song of nature?
At a football game is it the sound of cheers?
the people taling aloud?
The marching band?
I feel that this in my ears is all wrong...
What i hear is the song of my heart wanting you <3


Details | Epic | |

Pop-Contemporary Christian Music

I listen to a lot of pop/contemporary Christian music because it's inspiring and really
great. It's as if I'm at a contemporary Christian church in Arlington, Texas, on a Sunday
morning. The music reminds me of my early teens, how I met new friends, and to rejoicing
to the Lord. Out of all of my favorite pop/contemporary Christian music artists, my
favorites are Stacie Orrico, Junp5, Third Day, ZoeGirl, Michael W. Smith, and others. The
music has inspired me to to not only think for myself, but to write my own poems, as well.
When I listen to a lot of pop/contemporary Christian music of the past, the present, and
the future, I get this sad and ominous, but happy feeling. And when I listen to a lot of
contemporary Christian music, it's like I'm reading the Holy Bible, the King James
Version, every single day, as well. I put in a pop/contemporary Christian music CD in a
portable CD player or a radio with a CD player on it, I push play, and when the music
plays, it's like going to a contemporary Christian music festival in Colorado, in
Franklin, Tennessee, or anywhere else, especially when I'm in church. Right now, I'm
thinking about being a born-again Christian in the near future. And if there's going to be
a bunch of brand new pop/contemporary Christian artists and the music industry were to
keep growing and growing, then this is going to be great for all of us pop/contemporary
Christian music fans. I wonder if there's going to be more Christians?


Details | Free verse | |

The Beginning of the End


That’s how it ends 

So, this is it.

when we lose it all

but

this is not the End

This is only

The Beginning of the End


Details | Rhyme | |

my level of insanity

tell me what is normal,
and i won't act the part,
screaming in the night,
to lift a heavy heart,
hear the song of friends,
they sing it in your ear,
telling you again,
that fear is what you fear,
so smile little heart,
and dance out in the rain,
will the awesome colors,
make you dance in vain?

make sense to you? it does to me. bwahahahaha


Details | Epic | |

About Kameron by Taylor

I stood in the room staring at that hard wooden floor.

Thought of him and then closed the door.
I looked back up and everything was black.
Suddenly I knew the pain was back.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Black and gray rags were scattered everywhere,
And all I could do was stare.

But he loved me .
I knew that much.

I sat on his bed and noticed that the tears started to shed.
Then I saw a very dark closet.
I heard our song and wanted to pause it.
I felt my heart slowing with the rhythm.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Light began to shine through the enormous window.
I looked over,
And there...was a shadow.
The giant black drapes turned blue.
I thought to myself:"This can't be true."

Because I knew he loved me.

The roses came back to life.
And the bed turned white.
The rags turned into his clothing.

The music slowed and I didn't know what I was being shown.
But I loved him.
A light came from the closet.

A light that was brighter than any of the stars in the sky.
I saw a figure,and again,I started to cry.
I saw his face,saw his smile,
And knew that this was our special place.
And he said I love you.

Those three words meant the world to me and him .
And I said,
...I love you a whole lot more.


Details | Epic | |

Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

What's so great about Lady Gaga's hit single, "Bad Romance," is that of its nightclub scene. Her music video had seen on MTV and YouTube.com. When everyone is listening to "Bad Romance," it's like he or she is at one of those awesome nightclubs in Miami, Florida, at 12 midnight EST. It seems that Lady Gaga has outdone herself, especially when she's supporting the LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, and/or transgender) community and stuff. The "Bad Romance" song and music video has a lot of vibes within the instrumentals and a lot of techno music, even when her fans are in Japan. And when everyone is listening to "Bad romance," it's like driving a Nissan 350Z on the streets of Los Angeles, California, on a Saturday night. "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga has also been the best music video and hit single everyone's seen and heard, even me. It looks like the entire music scene will be getting and seeing more of Lady Gaga and other female artists, including Ke$ha. Boy, if Lady Gaga were to make more dance-techno music videos for MTV, that would be great. I wish I had all three of Lady Gaga's albums.   


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Fefe Dobson

Fefe Dobson is the best female rock star based in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Her music is
so cool, it's like I'm at a house party in L.A. Even though she's black, Fefe Dobson is
still compared to all the other female rock artists in the U.S. and Canada. I've seen all
of her music videos on YouTube.com and on MTV, and two (2) of them were "Don't Let It Go
To Your Head" and "Don't Go (Girls and Boys)." The song, "Unforgiven," was even heard in
the movie "The Perfect Score" with Scarlett Johansson, and it reminds me of her father not
being in her life for years. I guess everyone heard that song from self-titled debut
album. Not only is Fefe Dobson, hailing from Canada, the best singer ever, she's got a
future into the rock and roll hall of fame, too. The way she rocks the mike, that's hot.
All of her songs like "Ghost," "As A Blond," "8x10," and " I Want You" are like
after-school songs, especially when someone's hanging out with some friends on a Friday
evening. I hope her music catches the hearts of a rock music fans. I hope she gets
inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame soon. I wonder if there will be more female
rock stars from Canada?


Details | Free verse | |

A Wandering Knight


A wandering knight
wambling in an endless road

Thinking to himself

Where the others are?
Taking care of what?

Who am I?
but a fading footprint

on a dark empty land
under a starless sky

seized by roaring shadows
and delusive hopes


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A SPOKEN LIGHT

Light spoke nothing so tenderly true
For many paths I depart to go
If, by moon’s delight, the one beyond our eyes,
Can be a miracle for a pleasant peace,
Which in despairs I dream nothing more
Even from the previous world where I grow alive.

If I compare again what it should
A piece of art, a prose soaring bound
As the first step I should take like scampering universal to fall;
From it unless a chapter I would be able to see 
The sublime solitude from broken dreams
Or over the spectra paths I drive myself within? 

Since I have known you, Siren, my lovely sea of fire,
And before God was a man, those pleasant sparkles,
And again I would be able to see myself walking over again
Throughout the blushing valley of life a new player from you as a giver?

Alas! What should it behold so luxury and beats my heart
In front of this summertime thought
As the most awkward moment quickly fall where
Heaven and God and you, lovely Siren left me to go
As if I were just a reflection of an annihilated being.


Details | Epic | |

Indie-Rock Music

What's so great about listening to a lot of indie-rock music is when I'm around a huge
crowd. And if I were in an indie-rock band then I'd be touring around the United States
and all of Canada, especially Toronto. It's a mixture of modern rock music, classic rock
music, and Canadian rock music. When I listen to some indie-rock music, it's like I'm at a
mini concert at the Roxy Theater in Los Angeles, California. It's also as if I were to
have been featured on an episode of "Radio Free Roscoe" on Teen-Nick (formally The-N). Not
only am I an Alexz Johnson fan, I'm also a fan of Skye Sweetnam and Fefe Dobson.
Indie-rock music is so rad, so cool, so amazing, it's like going to a skate park on a
Saturday afternoon, especially for a lot of skateboarders. I think that everybody could
get use to listening to a lot of indie-rock music. And with a lot of indie-rock music and
bands and stuff, this should be great.


Details | Ballad | |

Morbid Irony

While I lay here
Staring my fate
Square into obscurity
Left with nothing but promises
Of forgotten grandeur

Leaving behind epic depths
Of visions
Illusions
Confusions, beyond credibility

A string of events one could not forsee
Refusal to uphold unrealistic
And idealistic states of abstraction

Thus bringing us lucid and coherent
Understandings of the truth
Perhaps revealing consummate contentment
No more resentments
Of past discontentment
These vast extents of torments
Preventing  one from ascending
Into unending bliss
Where the unmerciful bind you
Overextending
Subdued


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The Ancient Deception


Injured Soul
Fainted Eyes

Returning
from where?

Weary feet
Weak arms

Treading
toward where?

Struggled
in vain battles

Fighting
delusive enemies

Erred by
a deception

The ancient deception


Details | Imagism | |

Songstress of Sadness

Hymns of a Songstress
Vibrational tone, of Sadness
So One day she'll die saving us all
But in return She can never love
for her purity is to Strong
May The Creation Guide
 the Loveless Songstress Of Hope
To the Great Divine
For she is Destin a Loveless Quest
 For our Great Survival of Life
The Path Of the Songstress is Sad
But Honorable to Have
For She is Know as the
Songstress Of Sadness 




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Hector

Not for glory, even honors sake
He fights for his family, wife and son at the gate
Greeks attack, they push us back
Hector must now lead the counter-attack

Hector!
Tamer of horses
Holding fast
Prince of troy

Ajax the great, slayer of nine
Duel “the Trojan’s head shall be mine”
To a stand still, day and night
Matched in skill, courage and might

a truce is called
Waves and spray clean our fallen
Zeus weighs our fates
the great sits, staring at the gift
the horse prince’s sword
Why?

Smashing gates, scaling the wall
Apollo on my side, standing tall
Killing patrolus, a child in man’s armor
Dying words, Hectors fate none the better

Hector 
Tamer of horses
Holding fast
Princes of troy

He knows he is doomed, gods have spoken
there stands Achilles, at the gates still of motion
Warrior to the end, challenging the gods
Draw weapons, defying the odds


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Teenage Love 13: Teen Couples of the 1960s

When it comes to all teenagers (teen boys and teen girls) falling in love with each other
back in the 1960s, it was a beautiful thing. The 1960s were also the decade when the
British Invasion began, especially when the Beatles had made their way to the American
music scene and the Rolling Stones had made their way to the rock and roll music scene in
Hollywood, California. But before the Civil Rights Act and other laws were in effect, all
public places, including the diners, were segregated before being integrated. It seems
that both of the then-young lovebirds really had a great time, especially when they went
to see a movie and stuff. It was the year 1960 until the year 1969, way before the 1980s
were born, even me. Back in the 1960s, before MTV made its TV channel debut, these two
teen lovebirds had gone out to eat at a diner, they went to a drive-in movie, a school
functioning (including the high school dance), anything these two have done on a Saturday
night. Their favorite love songs of all time when a man and a woman were teenage lovers
were "My Girl" by the Temptations, "Do Wah Diddy" by Manfred Mann, "My Boyfriend's Back"
by the Angels, and "Happy Together" by the Turtles. Even when the "World Peace" slogan
began and Woodstock 1969 became the grooviest music festival among all teen couples, it
was a great time for them. And as for the Flower Children, who were teenagers at the time,
it was also love at first sight for them. But now that the 1960s are gone, it'll be a
groovy decade for all of the then-teenage couples will always remember.


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Thought Bank

            

                   We jump off the delirious thoughts into measured wisdom
                 Big huge chains of thought and mists of dream boat invention
                                  While out on leave from the present day
                                  The world turns another inch in your favor
             Misty morning metal armor, the dream bent on delivering the goods
                                 Trying to peel the outer layer of a person
                              Trimming the infested material born drumbeat
                           Hey man it's one more time and I'll be on my way
                      Back to the brilliant splash of molten storybook teamwork

                                              Jeffrey Bovee 01/11/2012


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Rock and Roll Dream 1979

You don’t have to settle For heavy metal You don’t have to choose Rhythm and blues We’ll put a stop To A.M. pop We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream We’re not fanatical ‘bout Beethoven classical It’s monotonic junk All that pogo punk you won’t have to save Trends of new wave We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream The drummer will pound that rockin’ sound And the guitars scream in your rock and roll dream In your rock and roll dream You don’t have to settle For heavy metal There aint no disco In San Francisco This is a rock town We don’t play motown We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream The drummer will pound that rockin’ sound And the guitars scream in your rock and roll dream In your rock and roll dream
written by Warner Baxter One Knight Stand Productions all rights reserved


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Pillars Of Venus

My Heart, Calls,
For A Hero.
To Sweep me out of my chains.
I will be, here.
Waiting for one day 
For your Glow of Victory
To Swipe me and Break this Chains
That Bind Me, against my will.
All keep Singing for you to get my Message.
The Little Will left for you, is what keeps me alive.
Now, your close so hear me, am Here..
Shining like the Pillars Of Venus.
Now hear this Song, that will guide you.
Near me,
I see you now.
I will be happy in your arms
So just keep on the belief and I will be waiting.
For you to defeat, the Darkness that seal me away from you.
Tears of Joy running down my Skin, in just seeing your presence at last. 
My Prince


Details | Epic | |

Rock-Contemporary Christian Music

At a church in a suburban community, I see a bunch of people and a trio of
rock/contemporary Christian bands. I'm either a soul trapped in a force field, or a guy
with a free spirit. When I listen to a lot of rock/contemporary Christian music, it's like
a party in my brain. It's also as if I'm going to a rock/contemporary Christian concert in
Arlington, Texas. The only reason why I listen to a lot of rock/contemporary Christian
music is because it's entertaining and inspiring. My favorite artists are P.O.D., Aly &
A.J., Skillet, Delirious?, and other artists. It's the other way to express myself freely
without holding anything back. If I were in a real band and I were good at playing the
guitar as well, then I'd be playing some rock music fused with contemporary Christian
music. It seems that I'd rather be at a church in one of the suburban communities than a
gospel church in an urban community. And if I were to own all rock/contemporary Christian
albums released by all of the artists, like, P.O.D., Skillet, and/or other recording
artists, there's no telling what great thing might happen next. I wonder if there's going
to be more contemporary Christian music and new artists? I guess I'll never know.


Details | Epic | |

Contemporary Christian Music

I listen to a lot of contemporary Christian music because it's inspirational and
heart-warming. Listening to plenty of contemporary Christian music makes me wanting to
read the Holy Bible every single day. It's also as if I'm going to a contemporary
Christian community church in either Carrollton, Arlington, Richardson, or Plano.What I
really like about contemporary Christian music is when it's fused with a lot of pop music,
dance/techno music, rock music, and indie rock music. And out of all contemporary
Christian artists, my favorite artists are Delirious?, Amy Grant, Mark Willard, Aly &
A.J., Third Day, and others. The list goes on and on and on. These recording artists,
whose favorite genre is contemporary Christian music, are a bunch of great influences in
the lives of all of us contemporary Christan music fans, especially when he and/or she is
going to a Christian music concert. After I will have bought a contemporary christian
music CD from one of the music stores, I'll put it in a CD player and when I press play,
it'll be like I'm at a contemporary christian festival in a Georgia town called Albany, an
Arizona town called Yuma, and in Grapevine, Texas. If I had a lot of contemporary
Christian music albums in my collection of compact discs, then it's going to be like an
endless music festival. Unlike gospel music, contemporary Christian music is really
soothing and very relaxing. And if there's going to be a bunch of would-be recording
artists wanting to enter into the contemporary Christian music industry, we'll all be
ready. I wonder if we'll be able to find God in the near future?


Details | Free verse | |

The American Legend

Soaring high, as the American's eagle pride higher now than ever before once more, elevated nearly every last peak how to mistreat the meek, weak unguided son why can't you offer unrequited love to everyone? oh, lord save me I cannot escape the agents that take hold of me, they surround me... So I levitate up and unbounded seems I've once again found it an escape, from an uneasy paradise This burst explosion A never ending love-peace energy welling up inside me like an underwater atom bomb forever and ever I shall go on accordingly unknown An art recession? let me make a correction this boy's a legend from birth on up banging hard breaking his way through the wall life can sometimes often throw up come crashing hard on the ground I wake knowing the feeling to lose everything except from what I learned from well known legends who made the wings I fly high on


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Nothing is Real


Survival is an ancient dream 

Life is nothing but an everlasting illusion

Nothing is Real

Don’t believe in illusion,

Remember me,

I am here …


Details | Narrative | |

My summer vacation

I made something beautiful
come out of the ground
painted vibrations and made
beautiful sounds
imagined shapes and colors
that delight the eyes
and planted them in a garden
and surrounded them with various skies
Spoke as God painted 
creation on the scroll
words that were silent
and beautiful to behold
words not said but sung
describing to the unseeing 
what God has done
Glorifying is the meaning
of plants posing and voices singing
of forces molding and chemicals
blending
bringing into being 
other things with feelings


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Mighty mighty wicky wicky mighty mighty woe woe

           
	Mighty mighty wicky wicky mighty mighty woe woe
Wouldn’t it be cool to be like G.I JOE
Cruising with Barbie goin to the might rock show
Couldn’t make heads or tails of where to go
Sometimes toys flow from the mind I find
With different thoughts of all kind of ways
  	Mighty mighty wicky wicky mighty mighty woe woe
Only you can prevent forest fire
Finding the nature of human desire
Comic books are cool I read heroes for hire 
	Mighty mighty wicky wicky mighty mighty woe woe
Stuck in a paradox of the mind 
Answers escape the madness that I find
Music is a relation to the world you see
It’s the answer to a prayer from me to you
	Mighty mighty wicky wicky mighty mighty woe woe


Details | Epic | |

Green Day

Green Day's been a part of the music scene since 1994 Their music is so cool, it's like
I'm at a real house party in Hollywood, CA, circa 1994. Billy Joel Armstrong, Tre Cool,
and Mike Dirnt are rocking the lives of all of us punk-rock fans and are better than ever.
They're based in San Francisco, CA. Green Day's music is so rad, so entertaining, it makes
me want to buy all of their albums. Their songs, like, "American Idiot," "Know Your
Enemy," "Holiday," "Dookie," and other songs by Green Day are the greatest songs of all
time. If I were to buy the video game, Rock Band: Green Day, for the Play Station 3, then
I'd throw a cool party on a Saturday night, soon. After Green Day retires and the band
members are inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame, their music will live on
forever. I wish I knew all of the song lyrics by Green Day right now.


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Under the Black Flag

Unleashed upon the enemy
We tear through their lines
Showing no mercy
In the midst of battle

Feeding the Flesh Grinder
Severed off limbs
We resupply our food stocks
The more we kill
The more we eat
Human flesh
Sustenance of our society

Blood washed fields
Littered with skulls of the dead
Decapitation before evisceration
Labotamized
Their brains pulls out
The skulls are left out to rot

Blood sprays upwards
from the roof of the Flesh Grinder
It rains down on to the warzone
Exciting the warriors even more
Roars of rage and hatred
Can be heard clearly for miles and miles
They feed off the terror their enemies feel
Leaving not a single soul alive to stand against them


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Dance Dance Revolution-DDRMAX

I put the DDRMAX video game in either the Play Station 2 or the Play Station 3 and it's
like a techno music festival in Tokyo, Japan. When I play Dance Dance Revolution, it's
like I'm at a night club in the Los Angeles area of Hollywood, California. If I had a pair
of DDRMAX Dance Pads for the Dance Dance Revolution video games, I'd host my own
dance-a-thon every weekend for the eight weeks. Me and the dancers could raise some money
for a real cause. If I had all DDR video games for all of the gaming consoles, including
the XBOX, and a Super Mario Bros. DDRMAX video game for the Nintendo Game Cube, then it'll
be like a never-ending party in Tokyo, Japan. I wish I had all of the dance music CDs so
that I can start my own DDRMAX (Dance Dance Revolution) video game. I wish it was about
techno music 24/7.


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GYPSIES FROM EGYPT

Not far from my bustling town of Baiano, which welcomed anyone, 
there was a camp set up for gypsies,
not with dangerous tramps and thieves,
it looked like a concentration camp:
a territory restricted and feared
by the locals when they burned logs themselves to keep warm;
and despite alienation and distrust, out of it came inner beauty.
Mandisa and I became friends,
and we chatted after I finished school;
many wonderful stories of Egypt she told me:
from every Pharaoh who ever lived to the last tribe of gypsies.
While everybody was suspicious and kept the distance,
prejudice didn't keep me away from her...we shared the same feelings
of two young people, but mine were somewhat more real,
hers were not too realistic considering the condition she lived in:
a camp that resembled a ghetto without any help from the Government.
At dusk, the males played the Ouds and Riqs
that surely brightened up a cloudy sky over their squalid tents...
residents listened, but thought their music was dedicated to their Goddess Iris:
what a misconception they had about theses gypsies who never hurt anyone!
With arms hugged across my chest, feeling the crispness of the evening breeze,
I listened to every song they sang with a nostalgia an outsider couldn't describe,
then I grabbed Mandisa's hand and started to dance!
They cheered and played that music louder..everyone came out of their homes
thinking that a concert was in progress, but they were taken by shock:
their bitter looks changed to human tenderness seeing two kids dance,
one of their own country: beautiful Italy and the other from 
mysterious Egypt which they knew little about.
We looked at them and smiled and invited them to join us to form a ring
where all held each other hand: two races coming together 
in friendship and harmony that before seemed a mere impossibility!


Copyright 2012 by Andrew Crisci


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Gul Zamani

Zaman gul zamani bu yaz
Beklenmeyen heyecan
Goncolanan katmerlerde
Eriyen rengin hasretim kokun
Zaman gul zamani umidim 
Kan kirmizi sevgim diken
Operim yapraklarini aglarken
Zaman gulse umid nefese yagmur
Tirmandi goklere gul yurudu
Alevinde sevginin gul zamanin


Details | I do not know? | |

Dancing threw sunlight

Gazing the 
sun from a hill

vibes floating
like a stream
feel like 
a dream now 
i'm here

Amazing the
one real 
emotion spent 
dancing under 
the sun
lovely convotion

dancing under sun
what ugly 
moment turned beautiful
with sunlight 
beaming on my body
As usual.


Details | Epic | |

Tina Turner

Tina Turner is, and will always be, the greatest female rock star of the 1980s to the 21st
century. All the rock music fans know that her real name was Anna Mae Bulllock. Her music
was so entertaining, it's like going to a mini-rock concert in Los Angeles, California,
circa 1983. It's also as if I'm going to a house party in North Hollywood. Although she
was of R & B (rhythm and blues) descent, she did rule the rock music scene from 1984 to
1998. Her greatest songs, like, "What's Love Got To Do With It," "Private Dancer," "Simply
The Best," "Proud Mary," and "Proud Mary" were the greatest songs of all time. I'm glad
Ms. Turner's been inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame with her abusive
ex-husband, Ike Turner. But if I were to induct Tina Turner into the rock and hall of fame
along with the other female rock stars in the near future, she'll be very excited.


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By Odin Sent

Called to arms
By the Spear God
Our Allfather Odin
He bids us welcome
Telling of the lies
being spread in the lands
That some would betray his watchful eyes

By Odin sent
We are here to kill
To take the lives of those
Their deaths
Each of them chose
The day they defied Odin
Their fates were woven

The village lays
Before our eyes
Peaceful, quaint and quiet
They all turn and look with horror
As we charge, weapons held high
Our screams echoing through air
Their minds consumed by despair
They flee in fear

Smashing down their gate
We have crushed their defenses
Pouring into the village
We begin the bloodshed
Taking each life we find
Sending every last one to Hel

There are those who choose to stand
They die with honour and sword in hand
A death far too fitting for such people
Setting their homes ablaze
We roar our cries of victory
Odin's name we praise

One-eyed God
Watches over the worlds
There's no place to hide
By Odin sent
We are here to kill


Details | Epic | |

A CLASSICAL VOICE

The
king of
the high C's-
made opera
pop


Tribute to Pavarotti


Details | Epic | |

Techno Music

When I listen to a lot of techno music, it's like I'm at a night club in L.A. And when I'm
listening to a lot of techno music every day, it's like I'm hosting a one night only gig
in North Hollywood, California. Listening to techno music, made in Japan, is making me
play a bunch of DDRMAX (Dance Dance Revolution) video games for the PS2, PS3, or whatever.
This is starting to look like a party or a laser light concert on a Saturday night. I
wonder if the D.J.s were to play more dance/techno music until sunrise? My favorite techno
songs are the following: Mortal Kombat theme, "Whitesand," and Kylie Minogue's "Can't Get
You Out Of My Head." and when it comes to listening to a lot of techno music, it's like we
all died and gone to heaven, even better. I wish this was a never-ending party for all
eternity. I wonder if there's also going to be more techno music CDs in 3,000 years?


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Darkness

Power is a struggle
Only the strongest can achieve
They are the true people
Those that strive and pursue power
They will conquer the universe

Peace is a lie, there is only passion
The world is in constant change
Emotions follow suit

Through passion, I gain strength
Use emotion to power action

Through strength, I gain power
Strength is dominance and leads to greatness

Through power, I gain victory
In greatness you achieved, all desired

Through victory my chains are broken
All is crushed beneath you

There must only be two
Never more
One to desir the unholy strength
The other to instruct how to gain such power
Betrayal must be seeded inside the minds of the weak
and the light must be snuffed out

Proclaim your power, let none stand in your way
The universe can be yours, you only need to free your passion


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God Devourer

To'aak crushed the skull of his sworn enemy, Mor Kaot, under his mighty iron boot. Taking
the Vaul Ash for his own, he raised the prize high, roaring his challenge to the skies.

Gods so high
You will be joining this weakling
For I am coming for you all

My rage burns
your shrines everyday
You can no longer hold me back
I am the Syka
Born to purge
Destined for glory
Send forth your legions so I may have sustenance for my journey to you

As was scribed To'aak was meant for glory
His campaign, it is fueled by fury
The Vaul Ash was his, the holy medicine of the Gods
No more shall they be blessed by immortality

He would claim their skulls
and devour their hearts
He was born into death and hate
None will be able to stop him on his conquest
It only ends when the Gods are dead


Details | Ballade | |

Blood - Brothers

I Hear Drum-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
All Our Homes Are Handed Down by The Highest Spirit
Long-Ago, The Native Peoples of The Land
Knew… The Earth and Us – Go Hand in Hand

I Hear Hoof-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
Its Not The Buffalo or Antelope – Who Grew To Fear It
Its Battles of Braves and Soldiers – Both Grim Reapers
Can’t Forget… We ‘Are’ Our Brother’s Keeper…

         Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood-Bound To Love
         Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

I Heard Hate – Beat Down The Land… Did You Hear It?
Pollution and Persecution… Its Time To Cure It
End Our Journey On The Trail of Tears
With Broken Arrows and Rivers – Running Clear

I Hear Heartbeats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
If You Turn and Face The Wind… You Are Near It
It Pounds Deeper Than The Skin, Or A Flood
It Echoes To All …  Its In Our Blood !

        Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood – Bound To Love
        Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters Of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

              * * * * *
The Eagle Flies On The Breath Of Life
         And So Do You
May The Blue Sky And Your Clear Eye
         See Many More Moons

Keepers Of The Earth… Guard This Turf
        And Each Other
For Every Human Birth… Has Worth
         As A Blood – Brother

For Those Killed and Blood Spilled
         The Ground Cries
Soaks The Dust… And Curses Us
         When A Brother Dies…

          Blood – Brother …


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Goddess of Nekras

Decay
Undead flesh
Infested with larvae and worms
Glory to the living dead

Mari'jas the queen of the Nekras
Born from the Earth
She was conceived in death
The mistress of burial rites
She holds power over all the dead

Leading all into her darkened embrace
She waits for each and all to die
Accompanying you to your demise
Fresh flesh she must always consume

Thrust into the feeding pit
Her zombie hordes digest the death
Stranded in this region of famine
You will feel not but excruiating pain
This domain is plagued
Decaying fields filled with masses of undead

Consume the life of those once breathing
Suck their blood till you thirst no more
Deteriorating skin
shows bone beneath dead muscle
She has defied ultimate death
and she is giving you the chance to be free


Details | Epic | |

Skye Sweetnam

Skye Sweetnam is one of the best female rock stars the world has ever seen. She's from the
suburb of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Her music is so amazing, it's like I'm at a mini rock
concert outside of New York City. It's also as if there's an alternative rock fest just
outside Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Not only is Skye Sweetnam very beautiful, I find her
very attractive, she's awesome, and she's cute, too. I love the way she plays the guitar
and the way she sings. The day Skye became a a rock star was the day she had wowed all of
us American rock music fans. Her latest music video, "Tangled Up In Me," was the best
music video I've ever seen, even on MTV. Skye Sweetnam is also known for her punk-rock
outfits and her multicolored hair. Not to mention her appearance on the Canadian version
of "American Idol."She was born in 1988, the same year I was born in. She's just like
other female rock stars from Canada: Fefe Dobson and Avril Lavigne. And if fate were to
bring me and Skye together and we fall in love with each other in less than a minute, then
everything will be alright. I hope she makes it into the rock and roll hall of fame in the
near future.


Details | Free verse | |

VI: The Way Out

Poetry, like music to me creation my way out, my symphony mental, as it all may seem the orchestra plays out so beautifully painted on my brain canvas In Poetry a story of me I'm creating a way out Doors drawn into the floor can't choose an exit so I make four more walk into one so randomly I shoot out falling, but willingly an orchestrated disaster I'm just the narrorator This poetry, this music to me flowing endlessly, my way out to meet my maker, I may be greater and end world hunger, the stronger I be I will create a painless, world so free it would be for all to envy enter creation, vibration, then I make my new religion, your way out.


Details | Epic | |

' He Will Come ... '

          He Will Come …
With Thunders, Hail and Lightning        (Rev. 11: 19)
He Will Come …
Beautiful, Blessed and Brightening

          He Will Come …

For The Faithful
It Is Not Frightening
A Chosen-Few                                    (Luke 12: 32)
Will Lift-Off Flying                               (1 Thess. 4: 17)
Some of Us
Will Be Delighting                               (Matt. 5: 5)
Sadly Others
Last-Breath Dying                              (Rev. 20: 14)
But… He Will Come …  He Will Come

          He Will Come …
Written In Blood – Promising
          He Will Come …
Those Asleep, He Will Be Summoning
          He Will Come …
For Over Death – He Is Triumphing
The Son Of God Is Marching
Please Keep Believing and Harkening
These Are The Last Days Darkening
But … He Will Come …  He Will Come …

          He Will Come …
It Is A Wondrous Sighting
He Will Come …
Over All The Earth
Flash-Blinding
          He Will Come …
… Get Robes Ready For Whitening
With Just One Hand, He Is Dividing
All The Oceans and Seas High-Tiding
Every Mountain, Crumbles – Colliding
The  ‘Only’  Safety, He Is Providing
For… From Heaven, There Is No Hiding 
Yes,  He Will Come …  He Will Come …

          He Will Come …
On The Clouds Of Glory, Riding
          He Will Come …
Clamor Of Confusion Is Quieting
There Can Be No More Denying
He  ‘IS’  The DayStar Rising
… And He Will Come – SonShining !
He Will Come …  “Bringing Kingdom Come” … …  He Will Come


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Aquarian Dream II- Leaving Kali Yuga

A glimpse in your gilded eyes Tells me all inside your lieing mind How can you Stand without a spine How can you speak without a will Failed to announce the pain Will they realize the illusion Is it all to late? The lies that are so common Have put up a delusion Infront Of the people's mind So deep away from the dark Will we come when father is coming For us, is it all to late? Soft little messenger I dare you to spread the word About our dying world All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king I see the light of a dawning Age Let a new era begin An Aquarian dream a day where we are all free Inside our minds; our hidden refuge But there's no need to hide perfection Concordia shall be our queen Justice, independence, liberty are our only virtues free to be whoever our heart let's us be Go to the tower, strike the bell Soft little messenger And tell of Victory All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainetd with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king


Details | Epic | |

Dance Parties

Dance parties are known by everybody in the USA. It's been like that for years to come.
When people gather some music to dance to, it's like going to a nightclub in the city,
even better. It's also as if he or she's hosting a dance party. I'm told that the crowd's
together for a reason: to party. Hosting an exclusive dance party will be like hosting
"Soul Train," which was a music TV show. Like, when I find some music everybody can dance
to, I'll know how to keep the entire crowd entertained. There will be a lot of snacks, a
lot of music, and a lot of fun. I'll even post the party on YouTube.com. If I can get some
music performed by Daniel Bedingfield, Justin Timberlake, Usher, and others, then
everybody has something to dance to. And if I were to host a dance party every weekend for
the rest of my life, it'll be like changing Saturday nights forever. I wonder if I'll have
a future dance show, thereby replacing "Dance 360"?


Details | Classicism | |

I Love You!

I love you and know:
More strong than before
Is a feeling of love
We are waiting for
In the fresh, green delight
Of free heaven!
And free flight!
It is here - all right,
In the life now is a sunrise
And new summer light morning,
I miss, spring was very warm
When we kiss,
Where we are always young
In the hot and green,
Love will always win,
To the summer dreams
Fly high
On the blue, yellow and gold
Of the spring-autumn
Wings of the sky,
Music is a language
Of our free souls and words,
My dear baby!
It's a very beautiful morning
Now but cold - and I think
That I always know how
To play - all this world
As one of the lovely and
Pretty days of golden evening -
Was the really live music, yes!
And very excellent concert
Even don't know how
But was great mess,
And I pray and think about
All things that we miss,
Our love will never die, let
Kiss, my darling baby!
Let always have a lot of warm
Air and strong light
For our rose, please, stay
Now here, don't say good bye,
Let compose! It's a great
Delight - new song to compose
For our rose, my dear baby...


Details | Rhyme | |

The sweetest orchestra

There’s nothing for me worth dying for
Dying for acceptance and purpose to life
To a life where survival is worth crying for
Crying for restitution, a double edged knife
A knife that’s been sharpened to slice puppet strings
Puppet strings controlling what we believe
We believe and hope that the future might bring
Bring peace to a notion so ill conceived
Conceived as crescendo when love bells ring
Bells ring to mute out a hate message choir
Choir tunes change when symphonies sing 
Sing love melodies for all to admire
Admire and seek the place they belong
They belong somewhere, no matter which home
Which home will play their number one song?
A song of warmth, no longer alone
Alone in the cold, alone in the dark
The dark non-existent in shining safe haven
Safe haven where harps and heralds hark
Hark while angels sing in a place called heaven 


Details | Epic | |

Amor's Army

snipe the fool. fall in line. clean up your mess. then fall in line.

forget we met forget we talked. camaflage. fall in line.

hit in the head. left for dead. still not dead. but out of line.

missing you some. hating you still. tieing the noose. around the line.

sleeping in. fox in the hole. smoke him out. above the line.

when your feeling left out. my guns at your head. saying your prayers. crossed the 
line.

moving on. covering tracks. erasing the memory. shot the line.

gone on a plane. to never return.

and never look back.

murdered the line.


Details | Epic | |

the Nomad

Before Sunrise
I shall be off to my doom
One nation’s ruins
My empire consumes 
I will march, I will step
Left foot, right foot 
In continuous reps 
I shall slaughter or be slaughtered
These morbid thoughts 
Allow me not to falter
The evening before my departure 
Flashbacks of the famine I once brought you 
I look upon the face of the infant one 
The gods have blessed this father with
I come to hold 
The wife I no longer bother to kiss
March I shall
For the empire that has nourished me 
From infant to child, child to man
From man, to battlefield god
Your favoritism is what I demand
This morning has come, 
This morning has past
In the gods I trust 
In this steel, my treasure at hand
To kill, to lust, 
No separation of us
No signs of your favor
No shift in my behavior
Grave I may be
The opposition of life often waves at me
As your loyal subject 
I write to you
My lord
Your newly speared nomad 





Details | Epic | |

Sound of knops

In a game of matching mates
Humble life decorate lonely tree
Wheel reach  deep  dark hole

Flurry of bliss  crisped  leaves
Orchids deplete its tears 
Fallen cloud  stood  frozen
Till sound of  opening knops


Details | I do not know? | |

swallow your pride

you life,
is so far ahead
but your strife
is now dead

you want,
now to step aside
but it haunts
to swallow your pride

let it be free
let it all see
that the truth is into the sea

you just reprise
that it may be unwise
this is somthing you dont want to be

so swallow your pride
just swallow your pride
and dont let it hurt inside

let your pain go 
let it go slow 
and then you just wont know

now give it a try.......Swallow your pride!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Possession...

Let the dying dusk fade to slithering darkness...
Let the curious children  playing return to the solitude of there safe homes...
With there parents who only know there own assumptions on reality.
It is a pleasure to walk this night like many others I have....cold and alone..
I recall those days...when I was a naive Christian girl with friends, a house..
and...loving family. Clouds reveal to shed upon me the only form of God I have 
now...and this would be the pale moonlight... as it falls into my eyes and pierces 
deep down into my heart reflecting every inch of the very demon within me 
caressing it's claws at my skin..it's inside of me....awaken....it thrives...

Forsaken from all that I was
I fell in love
Now theres no going back ...nor a chace in heaven...
I fell under possession
POSSESSION
Of Vampiric demons
to passionate feelings
From dusk until dawn
POSSESSION!!!! 

What's left of my heart is pounding an irregular beat...
As fierce  veins of unholiness pulses this sinister  blood of the beast...
Sidewalks lit with lanterns and a happy young couple holding each others hand..
They see it inside my eyes, they stare in wonder yet don't understand....
Effects of an incident that happened so long ago,  this feeling of power so 
beautiful yet horrible....all on my own....but yet....I'm not alone...no..I am never 
alone.. some things are best kept secret, so let's see if you can keep it ...shall 
we?

Forsaken from all that I was
I fell in love
Now theres no going back ...nor a chace in heaven...
I fell under possession
POSSESSION
Of Vampiric demons
to passionate feelings
From dusk until dawn
POSSESSION

I slide my hands upon the blood crusted bricks of our hunting grounds,
the dark ally where wandering souls dare to tread and leave this world
without a sound. Many markings lay paved on these walls as this is how 
we survive..Fulfilling our bloodlust along with many other sudden
desires...I pay a simple passing glance towards a church a place
where many men gather to confession..making  there souls clean, blessed and 
bathed in holy water...whatever the hell that means...I was baptized once
but I didn't feel anything

Forsaken from all that I was
I fell in love
Now theres no going back ...nor a chace in heaven...
I fell under possession
POSSESSION
Of Vampiric demons
to passionate feelings
From dusk until dawn
POSSESSION





















 








Details | Free verse | |

carriage

Carriage brought me here
wish to take me back
happy in my deafness
reveled freedom

Voices run in vapory mask
fade to fit statue
given behold
composed purity 

Passionate sound
louder and louder
in each note

Silence surged  
realms dropped
anger met
its own calm

Looked back twice
glimpsing face
dreamed talking to a friend
turned ashes of beloved

Pitched tune in yellow 
mixed as its heard
purple and green
never recall black
may be some gray
as ever evade
till fingers numb
 
Audiences clapped
maestro’s hand gently touched
bow to life rejoiced
thunder in ears


Details | Lyric | |

My Love for Poetry

Loving you is loving me
Commons new album Be
Reminds me of how we
Come together as one
Striving for that relationship
We've won
Through all the criticism
We bind our souls in
This great Baduizm
As I flow about us
I continue to trust
The love between us as we come
To understand
The creases in our hands
My love for you expands
Exploring each command
I can't get enough of you
I scream with Janet when we sincrinize in singing "Ooo"
My feelings are more heard
With Lauren Hills words
So turn your lights down low
There's something you should know
I'm sorry but I can not let our love go
As I run back to my fantasy
All I picture is you and me
As I turn for eternity
For our souls to be
This season continues to grow
I can not wait til I come home
So I can hold you in my arms
And feel that skin of yours
To give you the sweetest kiss 
And fall into a fatal bliss
The magnet between the hips
I can't believe how much you turn me on
The beauty of man can go for so long
I'm missing the days
When we'd go play
The beach forever ours
When night its the stars
My heart forever the ocean
You've captured it through
As you ride me be gentle cause I know what you can do
So caress me with your fingertips 
Once your body lies in the open face
Backdoors open too
Knowing the energy's there to come to
Madly you rip through my white water
Patiently waiting while these platforms her
Every caress to get the rhythm right
Continue to ride faster and faster
Becoming one...Alllrighht!
Hmm..pau ready? Dahlin we just started
I know I'll see you again tomorrow
No worries I not broken hearted
Crash into me
This island girl dream
These swells wil forever be
An epic of you and me
Yours truly
The best friend for eternity.


Details | Free verse | |

something or nothing

Am i something or nothing?
among the stars who lie
teaching lessons
you do not perceive
am i nothing or something in the bliss of the voices
finally freed to musical freedoms of speach?
am i something or nothing?
do you see me?

It's like the world is tag teaming me
from poetic cult 
to master peace of tragedy
of Vegas rolling it's last dice
from paradice not seen
to a life we could be living

and i cry for you
am I something or nothing
I'm nothing
Just one layer
not two or three
what you see on the surface is all I am
nothing bone deep
nothing but a mind
that might one day
haunt this epic 
to make another point
to string you along

am i nothing or something?
will i turn into a life lesson
can you comprehend me
like i can?
am I somebody or a nothing
dressed in black and torn and jaded kicked outfor not pretending
loved and lost 
in the mess of everything
crying shallow tears
after asking god
how his day was
and i see nothing
and everything
am i something nothing
or everything
another closed door
another salty sore
another licked wound?

can you help me 
heal these wounds
this psychological masterpiece 
can you hand me another key to the fairytale you are not writing to throw
another stone 
into history

somebody free me and i will
vanish 
into the voices of the muse
astounded by thee tears
they don't see of the scars 
filtered out
they might one day purchase and realise
i am somebody
i am something

soo many lives and lies i''m living
another game of chicken
shhhhhh
i just want you to know i love you
am i something or nothing
never anyone's favorite


I'm sorry 
but i'm always and forever
the victom
look to the music
and watch it claim me again
to the voices of freedom
and the tangents their experiencing because of me
in my lonely room