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Details | Ballad | |

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



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The First Kiss or That Darn Ann Landers

Son of a gun we were still young;
only 15 years gone by.
You were the first my kissing bubble to burst, 
and for you, I think so was I.
I wanted to start putting other parts 
of our bodies in the field of play;
But you stopped it instead as you paused and read 
what Ann Landers had written to say:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

You stuck to your creed in spite of my plea, 
and I didn’t want to press you;
So your hand I would hold and my tongue I would fold, 
even though I want to undress you.
Late at night my conscience I’d fight, 
still awake in my lonely bed;
Thinking of you and what I would do 
if these words weren’t still stuck in my head:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

I followed your rules, played it cool
for the first ten to twenty dates;
But by the end of the year to me it was clear 
we wouldn’t be tempting our fate.
So we parted our ways; ending our days 
to see other people instead;
As I set forth looking of course 
for a girl who hadn’t read:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

More than thirty years have disappeared; 
For me two wives and four kids.
And as for you, I hear it’s true, 
that getting married you never did.
I’ll never forget and never regret
That first kiss where we both did live;
And though I did slander poor ole Ms. Landers 
to my daughter this advice I now give.

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.


Details | Ballad | |

Music Take Me Back

When I'm blue and need something to make me smile
I can turn on my forty fives and listen for a while
Jimmy Gilmer sang about a Sugar Shack
Holding hands, walking down that railroad track
Then I let the music take me back.

Take me back to a time when love was new
Take me back to a time when skies were blue
When we could catch that falling star
Make love in the back seat of my car
Music, oh sweet music, take me back

Doo-wop memories touched my soul
Mixed with the early days of rock and roll
I close my eyes and through the haze
I see sunshine and better days
Music take me back to those times again.

There was Bandstand on TV in black and white
Radio on 'til you fell asleep at night
There were dances at the school
And swimming in the community pool
Music take me back, let me remember when.

Did we believe those days would forever last
Were things so much better in the past
I dream of days when a movie
Meant kissing in the balcony
Music take me back, let my heart roam.

It seems like a thousand years ago
We found true love and watched it grow
I know this is where my heart belongs
When I listen to those songs
Music take me back, please take me home.


Details | Lyric | |

The Old Homestead

Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 


The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.




© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...


Details | Lyric | |

Our glance

This glance we share
With mirrored laugh
It fills my head
And makes me ache
Never to trial
But ever to share
And live unto
This common bond

And I smile...

For you
With you 
In you

And you see it
But know our grasp
Is one of distance
No means to touch
Remaining only 
In the quotes 
Which spiel
And linked eyes


Details | Lyric | |

ACHES OF A BOW



.-G-. .-R-. .-O-. .-O-. .-V-. .-E-. .-S-. pierce my ears, caressing notes to rake tears on such moonlit aches, strings groan through passages on breaths as scrapes of violin lurch; veiled weeping dives low like fine spear falling on my riddled head, as if to crack reeds just there, enthralled by heaves of waved air swelling along melodies tragic in liquid gothic drones, my old innocence plucked raw beyond deep allegro of time; tunes' long drags hard to bear peeling my burnt flesh slow the fine bow screeches, I cry on slain notes. © by nette onclaud for Craig Cornish Concrete/Shape Contest


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The Love Song

You are the yearn of my days 
Like the new air of my breath
Sunshine greets through my morning
As if I was slept under the bliss

And if I had to leave from my certain place
To be the other side where there is you
I will catch every second of time
Just only to stay whole with you

I would say and sing it to the blue sky
How's love flood through our kiss
It made our world swirl and fly by
Like a miracle of pendulum swing

Days kept changing, unfolding
But still I'm insist to be here
Moon rose like too early
Seemed it stayed to be apathetic

And if I had to leave from my certain place
To be the other side where there is you
I will catch every second of time
Just only to stay whole with you

I would say and sing it to the blue sky
How's love filled and made me full with you
Immeasurable even by time
For all I want is you

And won't I take all those back again
Though I'm suffered in pain
Promised to be by your side
For I know and I can see 
The same lonesome in you and me 

*inspired by Anne Currin contest "Song Lyric"

Note: This is actually my old song lyric. I made a big modification and few changes of words in it regarding to the differences of language, but hopefully it still worth to be read :) enjoy!


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EMBERLIGHT

For a time I've been writing as the stream idles by
as dust storms are rolling, across a faraway sky
while sheep are a'bleating; as the cattle lie low
as I'm writing I'm watching, the white falling snow
it drops down in silence, from the dark coloured sky
I feel distanced, from the home that I'm holding
here in my minds eye..!

 © Joe Maverick 09-01-2010


Details | Lyric | |

MEMORIES

I can
see them, feel them.
I can replay them, dwell
in them, control the world in them
I can.

I can
be a rich man
in them, win the game in
them, the premier league in them,
I can.

Alas
I cannot grasp
them, hold them, caress them.
Like the gentle tear, they just float
away!

Copyright 1993
Harry J Horsman 1993

















Details | Rhyme | |

Sexy

   Sexy is the way 

    her lips move on his ear. 

     Never touching 

      always whispering 

       things I'll never hear.


Details | Lyric | |

Oklahoma City Bombing Grieving For Those Who Died

I only hear the silence as I stride,
Twixt granite chairs neatly set in rows.
The 169 chairs epitomize each life,
Now neath a sea of grass that grows.

My psyche periodically visits this place,
All be it, here, their Spirits do not rest.
However, a Monument and Reflection pool,
Usher memories, as if at their behest. 

Still I visualize a chain link fence,
With images, blossoms, Pandas and such.
A transitory memorial that reaches out,
To asphyxiated lives, as if to touch.

For certain, I dare not challenge,
The eternal rest, of those who sleep.
But pausing at each chair, in silence, 
I recall this day's events and weep.

I would to God, that casualties,
Could discern today, my thoughts about.
Then from the quiescence of this place,
Would emerge an angelic shout.
For I tire of silence.


Details | Lyric | |

Never Forget

He stood right there and watched me play.
He held my hand, kissed my tears away.
We sat behind the school all night one day.

He made sure I was protected
Every single second
When he was by my side and,

Even when he couldn't be,
He would constantly worry,
No matter how much I told him not to worry about me.

He let m fall asleep in his arms.
He always kept me safe from harm.
We used to be each others alarm.

We used to go to Jeeper's so he could play a game.
No two days with him were ever the same.
I always supported his dreams of fame.

His laugh still gives me butterflies.
Whenever he looks at me, I
Still get weak, just from looking into his eyes.

He stood right there when I faced my fears.
He held my hand and kissed away my tears.
I'll never forget our love through the years.


Details | Lyric | |

Osage Sunset

I imagine the echo of the once thundering herds,
Before the Bison succumbed to the tallow vats.
I listen for symphonies of the missing songbirds,
That made the Osage foothills their habitat.

The land that was theirs is no longer pristine,
Now the hills are interspersed with pump-jacks.
Barbed wire fences make today's boundaries clean,
And pickup trucks are the source of most tracks.

In scrutinizing my thoughts I invariably ask why?
While realizing that time man can't rearrange.
Then God paints a sunset on the evening sky,
An awesome portrait that man can't change.















Details | Lyric | |

October

there is an intense 
ageless quality to an 
autumnal day in October 
that embraces the past, and all 
its wistful tenderness 
the present and its disturbing sameness 
and the future, with its unknown quantity 
of joy and sadness 


Details | Lyric | |

The Escapist's Plea,

I dont know where i'm going anymore hard to tell who you are when the indiffrency has settled in cold, empty, barren will i ever find a way? Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I try to stay sane But i fell under the september rain A repuiem for the reality That i never wish to see Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I need a way to escape, Only if I could just fly away


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The Downward Spiral (with a nod to NIN)

She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her chin
as she climbed in

For hours she'd play with her dime store sailboat
loving it though it would hardly float
always taking on water
listing, never level
her wet skinny back hunched over
shoulder blades like primordial wings
every few minutes she'd have to shake the thing

Trying desperately not to break the spell
of pretend
and when
it was time to let the water out
she'd always stay to watch the water drain
weighing the emotional pain
both fascinated and horrified,
as the suction intensified,
by the force of the water
the unstoppable slaughter
waiting for the inevitable rotation
to begin
the dizzying spin

Slowly at first growing faster and faster
a miniature cyclonic water disaster

The dime store boat of course on its side
circling faster in the relentless tide

Then the drain would give a horrible belch
much satisfied with itself.

As she grew the tub got smaller
with shallower water
less and less room
for pretend to bloom.

Years later, dime store sailboat long forgotten,
life having been mostly rotten
working with the most cynical of cynics
ER nurses bitter that it's more like a clinic
runny noses and coughs that folks thought were urgent
working hard to save those who were truly emergent

Hearing from them the phrase: "circling the drain"
memories suddenly flooding the brain
almost able to feel herself as that young girl
watching the sailboat beginning to swirl

Feeling the blood drain, face going pale
she sees vividly the boat with its bright red sail
yellow hull and blue plastic deck
fine hairs rising on the back of her neck

She realizes now the fatigue of age
is from fighting the pull with defiant rage

The closer you get, the faster you spin
and soon the dark whirlpool draws you in

With a knowledge that seems to be purely primal
she now understands the downward spiral

And she knows that she will not put up a fight
she'd rather go silently in the dark of the night

And the dime store boat comes to rest on its side
so it's all come full circle at the end of the ride.

SADNESS
©Danielle White


Details | Ballad | |

Mrs. Brown You've Got A Lovely Jewel There!!

Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely jewel there,
Jewels like her are something rare...
She can't  disguise it,
Ruby's red eyes show "blues" in it,

Fred, you wanna add the refrain?
Don't worry about Herman & pals-
They're all hermit crabs now-a-days.


Details | Ballad | |

A SUBSTITUTE FOR THIS LONELINESS

Another charming woman is
sharing with me what I used
to share with you without guilt,
even without a sad feeling or thought:
to find a substitute for this loneliness...
for  that deep void you left inside!

The cell phone always rang
at the end of the evening;
and I was so thrilled
to hear you at the other end:
to listen to the sweet words that were
able to turn an uncaring man
into a gentler and kinder one...
and I learned how to care!

Oh,how I long to hear that voice again,
and like a dream that needed litttle dreaming:
you came knocking on my door at dawn,
and I let you in without hesitating...
so earger to touch you like nobody could;
so impatient to invent a magical world!   

Another night is coming to haunt me mercilessly
with the beautiful memories and secrets 
of two close hearts loving endessly;
what other choice do I have...if not look away,
and tell myself that you don't exist in my thoughts...
to find a substitute for this loneliness?
    


Details | Lyric | |

Alone In The Night

I put down my book,
And I picked up the picture,
Of you, that I printed and framed-
Lost in your smile-
I gazed for awhile-
Then said, "You are going insane."

I know I can't have you-
You may not want me...
But we'll never know will we, dear.
Nor stroll hand in hand-
Through the Florida sand-
Alas, all my future is here.

Besides that, I'm older-
With too many miles...
That I've seen as I went down the road;
A rodeo drifter, 
A dreamer, a fool,
More oft than I've won, I got throwed.

I'll miss you, my darling...
Do you think of me?
We touched, and of that I am sure...
Perhaps it is better-
That our love stay unmarred,
Platonic,and perfect, and pure.

Reality's shattered...
More daydreams that one.
I'm glad ours will always exist.
A gossamer world-
Unsullied by fact...
We'll walk through the glow and the mist.

Farewell, little darling-
Your smile is so sweet...
Your eyes are two windows alight.
I bask in their glow,
When the lonely winds blow-
And I sit here alone in the night.


Details | Lyric | |

A Deer Hunter's Prayer

I am at once pleased and saddened that I have taken your life,oh great creature 
of the forest.

I am pleased because I have invested many years honing my woods lore and 
shooting skills for this final result.

I am saddened because I have killed one of God's most beautiful creatures for 
uncertain reasons.

I don't need your flesh to sustain my family nor your hide to clothe them.  

I question myself constantly because I seem to focus an inordinate amount of 
time day-dreaming about forthcoming hunts and re-enacting old hunts in my 
head.

I question why I am obsessed with checking and re-checking my hunting 
equipment as the fall days shorten.

I question why I expose myself to the abuse of the natural elements--drenching 
rain, freezing snow and biting winds, waiting for you to materialize.

I especially question this hidden force of ancient origins that drives me to take 
your life.

I am satisfied that I have not killed just for the sake of killing--that there is 
something deeper, more spiritural at stake.  Perhaps I'm attempting to capture a 
modicum of your nobility, your sheer beauty and ability to live free, for myself.

Regardless of the answers to these probing questions and as I kneel next to 
your lifeless body, I do ask for your forgiveness and promise that your mortal 
remains will not be wasted and that the cherished memories of this hunt will 
remain with me for the balance of my life.


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 | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Lyric | |

On A Runaway Train

Written January 8, 2013


The morning blues in a lily on the pond
Wake on the wrong side of the road
Penniless pockets play the vagabond game
Ride the tiger recently tamed

On a long road to nowhere, horizon's stain
All's my name sitting next to me
Lie down with graceful angels deep in the snow
Or on wet grass recently mowed

I've grown accustomed to the scent of your mane
Spelled chug-chuga-chug is my name
Oh why do flowers never bloom in the snow?
They never have a chance to grow

No, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore
The oaks and pines getting clearer
Much to a land unafraid to spread its wings
Listen to Woody Guthrie sing

Bacon sizzles in the rain and sunshine reigns
We've reached the line of no return
Of the big rock candy mountain we will sing
For the next week my phone won't ring


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry For Being So Cold

My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and 
Then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to 
Feeling like she or myself 
Is gradually shoving my feelings 
Through an invisible door.

It's all so not worth 
Letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I'm truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.

My reasons for trying to 
Move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities. 

Who knew that a few days 
After those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that 
The strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing 
My own inner strife.

My words may have been so cold,
But it's only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.

You don't deserve being 
My eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it 
All too simply to be the object
Of my true love and affection.

My feelings from loving you 
Were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong 
In believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful 
Rendering of my soul,
Except that no one knew then 
That it was only a game of pretend.

Wanting my first kiss returned, 
Yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I'll find someone 
Who will become my second best.
After telling you I can't love you anymore, 
I now feel as if I can finally rest.

My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.

In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from 
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I'm sorry for being so cold.


Details | Epic | |

Silk Scarf


Last night the moon told me to pass,
from that same knoll we used to walk,
midwinter's cold, after school's class,
- I heard the silences to talk.

The moon above, was a waxed smile,
transmitting to creation light;
the pines were present and the aisle,
recalled my bronze six buttons bright.

I think the night wanted to talk,
or maybe to attend and care,
something was missing from that walk,
but was ascribed in the hung air.

Arcane the moonlight and your stare,
asserted truths that were forgotten,
my only certainty was aware,
the pines our song recited often.

I think you passed alone from there,
before the solitude to nest,
upon my Oxford blue sky's fare,
and constellation of Northwest.

Ascend above the stars of then,
appreciate the ghosts of time,
upon the knoll I walked again,
amid the pines, the sage and thyme.

The arbor greens, recalled that scarf,
I bought from Indies, on last barque,
half-ended trip because the surf,
never revealed the moors in dark.

Blue waves on silk, buoyancy failed,
betimes it was this last of nights,
the winds of Indian reckon wailed,
sea waters entered from dead lights.

© G. V. 01-16-2012
( Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Beethoven Opus 133---poetically

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Concrete | |

DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare


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After the Party Ends

Got my crazies by my side
Drunk on vodka cyanide
Setting fire to the night
That’s the way we live the life

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends

We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

And I’ll be seeing you there
Fists pumping in the air
Gonna jump, we’re gonna swing
Gonna dance, we’re gonna sing

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

There’s a place where time stands still
Far from things that make me cry
And I would take you there tonight
So we could stay young all our lives

You’ve been my friend when I was down
I’ll miss you when you’re not around
And I will think of you
In all the good I’ve found
In every light, in every sound

And I’ll be seeing you there
Fists pumping in the air
Gonna jump, we’re gonna swing
Gonna dance, we’re gonna sing

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

Got my crazies by my side
Drunk on vodka cyanide
Setting fire to the night
That’s the way we live the life

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends


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Come

Come 
Come
Come
my hands are cold,
my feet are numb,
I’ve been waiting for you to come.

Listen to the rhythmic sound of the drum,
it is summoning you to come,
come and minster to my blazing soul,
and help me achieve my dancing goal.

Leap beyond the shadows of death,
and purge me with your mystical breath,
tear off my sleepless gown,
and cool me down with your powerful sound.

Follow the sound of the drums and come,
If you don’t come I will be undone,
thousands of them surround the gate,
come before it's too late.

Moan
groan
wiggle and scream,
entrance me in your solitary dreams.
pull out your dangling whistle
stretch my body,
breath upon my throbbing flesh,
and captivate me in your powerful net.

Release your knob and come,
shoot me with your inflated gun,
I have waited for this eternal bliss,
but something stands amiss.

©2013 Christine Phillips


Details | Ballad | |

Fireworks Hill

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Long before 
The cynics arrived
Before the laughter died
And God returned the day to night

Where dazzling fireworks
Rained sparkles
On our lives
Two strange birds
Came together
And opened up their eyes

Let’s go climb 
We’ll move back time

Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
Far from my mind
Never forgotten
Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
We became one there
So very often

And there are vivid colors 
Blasting through the sky
Dancing rainbows 
I really want to taste
There is weeping smoke
Painting all the stars
Burning graveyards 
For the human race

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

We’ll race to the edge
Fulfill our pledge
It was written in blood
The heat of our love

Oh, jump, baby, jump
We’ll fly away together
Jump, baby, jump
Our bodies joined forever

Let’s go climb
And move back time 
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I see the sparkles in the air
Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I smell the dazzle of your hair
Fireworks hill, Fireworks hill
We flew to Heaven over there

Let’s go climb
We’ll move back time
(Forever…with you)


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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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Memories

Oh memories, they come and go I remember the fun, I remember the glow Remember your smile, tearing my world apart I never saw it coming, I thought I was smart!! I miss you dear, I badly do I can't anymore stay away from you Oh memories, keep come and go!! I remember the hours we spend living a dream The flavors you like (to add) in your ice cream Your passion to cats and how dogs make you scream I remember how I used to mimic your walk Your clothes and how we used to talk I can't anymore stay away from you Oh memories, keep come and go!! The night is so long, I spend it in cry I love you dear, now I can't deny Your eyes are the reason I shall not die Your love is not a choice, it's meant to be I can't live without, have nowhere to flee I can't anymore stay away from you Oh memories, keep come and go!! Falling in love is like jumping from somewhere high The mind says: don't do it..You will die The heart say: do it..You will learn to fly I miss you dear, I badly do I can't anymore stay away from you Oh memories, keep come and go!! The moment I saw you, you made my day Since then I'm down on my knees to pray They keep telling me I have to get over you I don't know how to turn water into snow Once I hear your name memories just flow I can't forget I can't let go I can't anymore stay away from you Oh memories, oh!!


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Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


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I Wish To Dream

Sitting by the window looking far ahead
And see glaze of waters so beautifully spread
Butterflies are dancing in the sunny sky
I wish to dance with them
O why o why can’t I?

Sitting by the window looking far away
Imagine the beauty of Monterey Bay
All is so beautiful the ocean blue sky
I just wish to be there
O why o why can’t I?

Sitting by the window looking very far
See sunset and sunrise and the midnight star
All the birds are flying up so very high 
I wish to fly with them
O why o why can’t I?

Sitting by the window with my frozen tears
With my broken heart and my broken dreams
The tears will come down from the big blue sky
I wish to stop crying
O why o why can’t I?

Refrain....

Where the rainbow spread
The wings of love and hope
And my tears will dry
And I never cry
And all of my dreams
Never ever die......


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To My Foster Parents With Love

I came into your lives a lost and lonely child,
Full of anger and resentment,
Overwhelmed with fear and confusion.
Yet you took me into your home, your lives, and your hearts.
From the very beginning you tried to make me feel welcome and wanted.
Though I fought you each step of the way you never gave up on me.
Instead you patiently and lovingly took me under your wings,
protecting, guiding and shaping me.
Showing me love and understanding.
Giving freely and openly the praise and affection I so desperately needed.
All the while expecting nothing in return.

As days turned into years you were still there
Making me feel safe and secure,
treating me with respect and fairness,
pushing me to be the best I could be.
And still, there I was fighting you.
Oh, the pain and heartaches you endured at my hands.
Yet there you stood, firm and unwavering.
Never walking away, never giving up.
Always loving me no matter what the cost.

All these years later as I look at my own children
I realize just what you saw and still see when you look at me.
Your Daughter!

I love you.


Details | Shape | |

Ohio


                ___________   _________
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              !ohio ohio   ohio( ohio ohio/
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             /ohio   ohio ohio)  ohio/
            (ohio ohio  ohio ohio)   (
                    -ohio    ohio-


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Wraiths gallivant here


Amid the shades of night, in Spring
a wraith descends, sole to release
a dancer's form - raindrop cerise
- one faint caress of fingertips.

Amid the shadows she appears
to walk in blooms and promise feasts
because night's solitude emits,
dark's unsubstantial of tears.

How soft the numbness of hung air
defines night's secrets and evokes
prodigious our dreams and scopes
to gallivant from twinge to stare?

The dreams of night advance to flare
and they become lone blinks and scars
shine like the mettlesome of stars
are steady, sad and foursquare.

This abstract process of cognition
trajectories of souls brings close,
the light's evanescence depose,
our verse in verbatim rendition.

With moistened lips in rain's tall drapes
she comes; the feasts acquire glory
we dance on a remote quarry,
where night adorns the marble scapes.

© G. V., 05-02-2013
(Iambic Tetrameter)

Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: GLIMPSES OF EPIPHANY
Placement: 1st


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Walking into the Mist



"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."

                                                           
I   tread  into  the  wintry  dusk,
The misty greyness which surrounds me,
Embraces  me  as a  friend long  gone,
I'm  back  again  at  the  beginning.

Wander  the  thoughts  of yesteryears.
'Twas this brook meandering thro' the woods;
Gurgling , flowing thro', flowering green hoods,
By  which  I  lay ,  that  dreamy  look,
It still wears,  beckons me.

Violets and greens  of  them draped I shall be,
Along the winding path, rambling thro' the trees,
Bringing me back when another billowy winter be.
Withered  are  my  hands  left  cold,
Though my  heart  melts  as  I  follow  thee.

Wrapped  again  I'm  in  that  mistiness,
Stepping  into  the  smoky  cloud.
The  dismal  feel  of  being  lost  for so  long...
Behold, it's  path  once  traveled  before,
Lingering  shadows  that  I  follow  now,
With  a  dearness  in  my  heart
As  I'm  coming  to  thee.



~    


Written by Gautami Phookan

3rd place in the contest
For the Contest : "Writing in the Sublime"
Sponsored by Constance La France~ The Rambling Poet


 








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TO PAPA -Through the eyes of his little girl

Through the eyes of this little girl, to her Papa, no one could compare
Always dashing in grey and navy suits with a white shrt and burgundy tie
How she'd stare in awe, wide-eyed; her little face turn upward in gaze
With a deep, stern voice he corrected, yet, with soft eyes, and warm hugs he consoled
The world demands so much from a man and sometimes he was not perfect
His bane was his good looks and a kind and honest heart
During his younger years he struggled, yet his love for his family stayed true
He was proud man in many ways and kept his promise to God and his wife
Througout the years of struggle, he never left his queen in thirty-five years

"Papa", one of God's creations by special design-fire and ice-compassionate and kind, 
Those who dared to cross him learned a lesson everytime
Through extraordinary battles, some won and others lost 
Each challenge imposed, he rose and met-a remarkable feat!

Then came one day, with his final battle raging, in some world beyond our eyes
His body racked and worn with pain, Papa was sent home to say good bye
My "Papa" stood tall one last time- and chose life with his Creator!


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Zoo - Just to Amuse You

One fine day, I planned a visit to zoo
Alone landed amidst the fauna left so few
Treaded merrily on greenery, singing my heart out
Whilst a lion’s scary roar made me shout

‘Ah! Another visitor’, said the lion annoyingly
‘Why should we entertain you?’ said he fumingly
‘What’s the point in wasting your energy and mine?
Making us do the funny acts, do they seem so divine?’

Hearing those words I dared
Reduced the distance, still scared
Said I, ‘Stop fuming King of Jungle, watch out for your age,
Hadn’t I come to visit you, wouldn’t you be bored in your cage?’

‘The answer dwells in your question, silly girl
You humans have no heart of pearls,
The so-called king of jungle imprisoned in cage
Heartthrob of millions I was, at my early age’

‘To meet my family, hope it doesn’t get too late
I need to eagerly meet ‘em all, my cubs, my mate
I still feel them, they are waiting for me
Oh girl! Be kind enough to set me free.’


I couldn’t have done that with all my might
Turned my way, delighted by a peacock’s sight
The multihued beauty was sheltered in a metallic cage
Awe! Gloomy this beauty looked, in distress and rage

‘What is wrong? Do you want to fly?’
It turned around and looked straight at the sky
‘Show me those vibrant feathers, the fan-like crest
Guests would adore seeing you dance at your best’

‘I dance just for my love, my love for rain,
Cool breeze no more likes crossing my lane
Why do I open my feathers without my mate’s presence?
Just to amuse you, I shall do; confined in this fence’

Dumbstruck, I decided to turn my way
Walked ahead in quest of animals happy and gay
There it was! A crazy monkey, flirting and making its choice
Mimicking others and playing around, hear its evil noise

Bouncing, bouncing and dancing, dancing
It ruled as if dungeon’s dominant king
Wow! You look so happy; what’s the reason?
‘Girl! No more fun for you, ‘coz free I’ll be from this prison’.

Two giant men came forward and opened the door
Good Lord! It’ll be free, unkind humans is just animal’s lore!
Monkey screeched, ‘Meet me soon in the nearby forest
Where I meet my pals, play, eat, have fun and rest’

 Happy to see the monkey’s joy, I walked ahead
Across the bushes, saw a van, a huge van in red
Giant men carried animals and dumped in the van
Shocked I was to see the sight and reckoned their plan

Why was my monkey friend inside, for what purpose?
It was clear as I read the van’s name, ‘The Great Royal Circus!’


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Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


Details | Lyric | |

Memories Washed With Tears

I awoke this morning early, 
       an ache within my soul;
 A longing, deep, beat at my heart 
        in waves hard to control.
Weeks have passed since you and I 
         stood together face to face;
I've searched the world around me, 
         yet none can take your place.

You shared a special part 
         of this life of mine;
Together we drank deeply 
         of youth's sparkling wine.
We seldom write a letter; 
          your voice I do not hear;
But many times before me 
          your image will appear.

Our hearts are bound together; 
         our thoughts still intertwine,
Though the distance now is great 
          between your home and mine.
Today I feel your presence 
          though I have not heard one word;
Friendship stretched across the miles, 
          my mem'ries gently stirred.

True friends find birth in God's great heart; 
          their roots grow strong and deep.
Your friendship is mine forever, 
          a treasure I can keep.
Today I'll spend in reverie, 
          a long and sweet review:;
I'll wash our memories with tears 
          and celebrate knowing you.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


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Snow Globe

It seems like forever ago
That I jumped for joy at the first snow
The billowy mounds shining low
Glistening like diamonds on paved roads

As pure as a small child's heart
All that's evil, still in the dark

Making forts and angels and setting up the tree
Wearing so many layers that I couldn't breathe
Sleepless nights, waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve
How I long for that child, so innocent and free

A time when smiles weren't forced
No desires of anything more

Clinging to my childhood
And fogging up the glass
Looking through this snow globe
That resides old winters passed
Just a shake and a smile breaks free
I'm gazing in, but I'll never be inside...
My younger self stares back, scared of what he sees
Melting are the angels I've left behind

I'm cuddled in the blankets
Listening to 'Let It Snow'
But it makes no difference
It's out of my control

I'll put on a face, like I do
This gingerbread cookie
Gumdrop clothes to cover up
A hole where my heart should be

Walking through dirty streets
That look pretty in white
Bearing a blue and battered heart
That's hard to hide, the snow's too bright

The wife took the kids
Right when I thought things were good
I guess it's my fault
But I did the best I could

My present world is torn asunder
The past isn't real, but it feels better

Clinging to my childhood
And fogging up the glass
Looking through this snow globe
That resides old winters passed
Just a shake and a smile breaks free 
I'm gazing in, but I'll never be inside...
My younger self stares back, scared of what he sees
Melting are the angels I've left behind

I bought myself a snow globe
The house inside
Looked just like mine
As it took me back to better days
Where all you could hear was that simple phrase

I needed something I could hold
To take me someplace else
Maybe help me find myself
Home feels the same
It's me that's changed



Entered into Anne Currin's YOUR BEST POEM contest


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Lyric | |

Sky Rockets In Flight, Unicorn's Delight

The origin of the unicorn begin's in
A time and habitat where we did not live in
In Another Galaxy it could have been in
Or in an unexplored magical dimension

It was a land overflowing with milk and honey
Pure and abundant was it's skillful offspring
Enchanted with a forest that lulls you to sleep
With it's down reaching hum stemming from the trees
The little creatures were cordial and could speak
The streams of life were the preachers of the peace
The fireflies dancing a mild ballet at night
Would arouse even the most dormant soul to sing 
But it was unicorns that governed the land
and so to say put everything under one's wing

A unicorn was considered the horse of the God's
It had the chiseled structure of a steeled spartan
It's horn holstered the power of a lighting rod
Sporting a mane as majestic as a mountain and
When it bucked on its hoofs the earth stood still in awe

They spent years on this planet protecting our spot
Behind the scenes in old men's wars they fought
But it was in the hidden rainbows with gold pots
Where their undisturbed and placid image was copped

Now its unfortunate we do not seem them nowadays
mainly because they did not embark on noah's ark
and all the CO-2 in the atmosphere we sprayed
means their world no longer remains and
Now their remains are just horses with no horns
and no potential to fly, so all they do is eat hay, ride and race
and when they die we just assume to make them into glue
JK! Happy Birthday!
* P.D. Unicorn Poem contest


Details | Lyric | |

Summertime Re-Lyric

Summertime…and the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
Your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush, pretty baby…you got no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ve got your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town are at your beck and call.

Summertime…and the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when your Summer’s  done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you sit and wonder
How you've come so far, but have no love at all.

Yes, Summertime…and the livin’ was so easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 


Details | Ballad | |

Give Me a Shot

As soon as I walk in, 
you walk right up to me;
And I know what I want, 
but you ask me what I need.
I know you're just doin' your job, 
and I'm just doin' mine,
but I cannot help but wonder if you're open, come closin' time.

There aren't many people, 
with whom, I get along;
And there are even fewer, 
for whom, I'll write a song,
but you like to hear me sing, 
and I like to watch you pour.
I wonder if there's something that we both would like much more.

Hey, bartender.  Would you wait on me?
I guess I'll just have to wait and see. 		
But I don't care if it's last call or not - 
Hey, bartender.  Would you give me a shot?

Let's make a toast:  To making the most of most.
Let us not look to see.  What will be, will be.

So, when you close out my tab,
and I ask for one more thing;
And say, "Could you call me - a cab?" 
'Stead of "Call me in the morning."
'Cause I don't wanna go too far, 
but I don't wanna go without; 
So, if I am where you are, 
please, bartender, don't close me out.


Details | Ballad | |

Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of martilty and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were wins smells of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay


Details | Free verse | |

Power of Your Love

To a Bride and Groom

You have the power
over my love
to make my day rain or shine
it all began the day you asked me
"to be mine" and I wrote my name
in blood, on your hearts
dotted line
the power of my love
to fuel what feeds within me
pounce on me as a tiger
humble me as a mouse
your strength envelopes me
as if standing in an unbreakable
glass house
you have the power
over my stare, as you glare
into my inner spirits soul
those who dare to try to divide
I heed them to beware
the power you have over my love
leaves me content, without a care
floating together, we share, in
true loves enchanting bliss
what started years ago, with a friendly
hug, is reincarnated within every
new days kiss




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I'd Do Anything: Our Bond of Friendship

I regret using you like a futile tool...
I'm feeling the remorse 
replaying over and over again..

I'd do anything...for you
I'd sacrifice my life...for you
I could hike Mount Everest...for you
I'd lift up your weeping spirits...for you
I'd walk on hot coals...for you
I'd do the impossible...for you
It's true...
I'm positively sure that 
I love you...
I'd give up my life...for you
You still don't have a clue,
Do you?

I'm glad you accepted my apology once more

I promise I won't break our bond of friendship

You make me feel perfect deep inside...
Trust me - I didn't mean to make you cry...
You make me feel at ease while we go along with the ride
You help me gain more strength 
You make me satisfied with your mirth 
You make my once broken, wingless spirit 
soar .                               .                      .                   .                                 .                    .
 .                     .                              .                                                           . 
                                     .                                        .                                      .                     .        .                         .                           .                                         .                                     .

I'd do anything...for you
I'd sacrifice my life...for you
I could hike Mount Everest...for you
I'd repair your dreams...for you
I'd walk on hot coals...for you
I'd do the impossible...for you
It's true...
I'm positively sure that 
I love you...
I'd give up my life...for you
You still don't have a clue,
Do you?

You make my spirit soar anew...


Details | I do not know? | |

I am...

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside







Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)


Details | Lyric | |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


Details | Rhyme | |

paradise:lost


felt like i did before thats how i know i missed ya
if i could then i woulda grabbed ya hugged and kissed ya
bachelor for eternity missing the bigger picture
you i barely knew, appearing on every vista
i appreciate the support, but what i need is love
tho truth may hurt, better than all of the above
i trusted you cause you represent something ive never done,
who knew that two can prove to be better than one or
first in a place, never won a sum,
bygones gone and a couple of puns
we let the honey run till sweet enough touch
beat around the bush, no rush
it got hotter but the wetaher didnt change 
not a cloud in the sky or a drop of blame
no need for a why whenw e had an x
we gotta where we wanted then decided what next

no matter where i go 
over land and sea
id rather have you cause one is lonely 
keep me company
three not necessary
feels real comfy
has since february

february march april may june july august in a day
the longer we go the more we grow
feeling better each step of the way

if theres a problem we can talk and double check
nothing we cant solve with an embrace and kiss to the face or neck
i love you more than ode and penelope. maria odb
or lil kim and biggie
thank the gods we aint in a greek tragedy
or sometime before 19 sixty
for what is feminin
sent me to my questionin
i quickly collected evidence, respect
exactly what i expected, experiencing the extension
my seconds, perspective as my lessons
i remember when im stressing
to fit into my senses, lower my defenses
soothing if theres tenseness, leaving room for suggestion
did i mention that youre precious
a gift of personal appreciation, when we regard eachother
in highest celebration shared by lovers, so more than any i thank you
for willing to get as close as you do
i hope for you the complimentary is true
im sure if it wasnt we can talk it through its coo
right there is reason why i call you boo

no matter where i go 
over land and sea
id rather have you cause one is lonely 
keep me company
three not necessary
feels real comfy
has since february

february march april may june july august in a day
the longer we go the more we grow
feeling beter each step of the way


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I Don't Want to Leave the Party

The long, long night
Is winding down
From distant rooms
I hear the sound
Of fine old friends
Taking leave
The evening ends
And I believe
The time to follow suit draws near
My heart is tired, but my mind is clear.

The shining lights
Are fading out,
The dawn lies weak
On the walls without
The voices drift
And steal away
As we search for deeper
Things to say
The sands keep flowing through the glass
As present lives become the past.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - By which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party
          It's always been such fun
          Through all the years and tears and fears
          Feels like it's only just begun.
          I don't want to leave the party
          But I'll follow all my friends.
          Who knows what waits outside the door
          When the magic of our living ends?

The hand that holds
Your glass of wine
Is cracked and aged
As much as mine
The shadows of
Our memories
Are lengthening
Into the seas
Of onward flowing history,
The days once shared by you and me.

The love that lit
Ten thousand nights
Is still alive
And burning bright.
The time we spent
On sharing dreams
Is further now,
Or so it seems.
The lives we built we can't forget,
And no one wants to leave just yet.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - To which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party,
          We're all having too much fun.
          Yet while smiling we'll still disappear
          Now that the play is closed and done.
          I don't want to leave the party,
          But I'll go, with all my friends
          Who knows what's waiting just outside
          When the spell of living softly ends?


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It Takes Two to Tango

I admit what I did was wrong
And for six months I tried to hold out and be strong
But your sister’s advances were persistent
She just didn’t want to leave me alone

She would grope me in the basement
And kiss me in the corridor
She’d feel me in the kitchen
And whisper she can do me better as long as I didn’t tell a soul

She would touch me in the basement just behind the storage wall
Then she would stroke me in the boiler room and have herself a ball
Your sister was promiscuous and didn’t care to stop
All she wanted was to steel me from you so she climbed up on top

In her mind she was older
And tried to justify her lustful actions as being right
And even though she too had a boy friend
Her jealousy ran deep because it was me she wanted to keep

Her imagination had convinced me too 
That you were sleeping between the sheets
She planted this view in the back of my mind of John and you
I didn’t know and couldn’t discern what was right

She didn’t want a condom
She made that very clear
All she wanted was my seed
So she rode me like a bull to breed

From the stroking and petting
To the hugging and tonguing
She would bend over easy 
But wouldn’t swallow a drop

A thought comes to mind 
Why do I post this on line
Because this is only part of the story
To simply hurt you the way you did me

They say karma has a kick
That is fine with me 
I have a temper with an onion to peel
I hold back no more as the truth shall set me free

From our actions to our deeds
My desires as a writer run deep
In Buddhism they say to reflect and let go and be saved 
or give your pain to Jesus and everything will be ok

I have triggered a beast of suppressed anger by remembering
I have danced through fire the door way of lust
I sacrificed my heart and created a hole in my soul
But I could not save a love that meant the most to me



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Dear Ethel

Dear Ethel.

Dear Ethel, as I write these words
A stressful thought it does occur
“Old England be a long, long ways away”
This little thought then starts a chain
And I’m there in Sydenham once again
When I was there the whole world seemed okay.

Dear Ethel, I remember well
What magic in your house did dwell
And you, you were a Princess in my eyes
And Young Sir Frank, he was your Knight
He seemed so dashing, bold and bright
 And the both of you were really full on guys

Dear Ethel I was not so old
And young hearts suffer through the cold
You’re warmth it cherished me so tenderly
 And Love be Love, and Love will always be  .

Now through this pen this song does come
I see your face and the deed gets done
This song has nestled deep within my heart
That Princess once that you did be
Be always there inside of me
Even though our worlds be far apart.
                                  
1999.


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The Moment of Atonement

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
for I have distorted thee:
lying passionately,
I failed to accept you
by chimera deceptional
I wanted to surmount you
believing myself
to be exceptional.

Forgive me My World
my bitterness,
narcissism
and selfishness;
for a fool I was
since the truth 
was consciously unknown to me
thus calamitious the discovery would be.

Please forgive me
all the souls my ambition eradicated,
all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed,
all the emotions my cold heart repudiated,
for how much all those deeds I enjoyed.

I was then infected;
the infection seemed incurable
as I wanted it to be -
or wasn't I aware how diseased I was?

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
my blindness
to the beauty of life;

With myself in centre
I would not look around
for distorted was my perception
by a deceitful projection
of perfect me in faulty universe.



My Dear World,

Thank you
for
instant recovery of my senses,
the wisdom you blessed me with,
the pain myself was redefined through.

Yester year
I reached the deepest depth
slowly losing my pride -
my psyche was nearing death
in plight I could hardly abide -
I understood a mere human I am.

Now I laugh
enjoying my life
every day forsooth
heartily 
and with ruth.



Thank you
My Dear World
Please, forgive me.


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A Random Friday Thought

The game is Destiny;
The rules: Desire...
We play, sometimes forever
Fire eyed, free wheeling searchers
In a world going Nova
Take random rushes into Kismet
Where Ecstacy watches with a mirror.

Have a care, love;
We are but statues
In your smokey rooms of chance design
Full to overflowing 
With Nickelodeon ghosts
Dancing cheek to cheek
In a faded Blue Movie... 

Each one no longer casting shadows,
Speaking softly in the warm darkness
Of all the unkept promises...
As children share their own dreams
In the sunshine of the living.

And all will finally have to choose
Where lives that middle timbre
Almost touched...
In the voices set down between the lines
Beyond the thinning veneer of chivalry -

For that, of everything ever held dear
Is mine to own
Mine to hear...

Unless I truly am a child
And got the words confused....


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Of A Still Winter's Morn

In stillness of a winter morn, A carriage passed me by, Treading a path old and worn, Upon it's wheels sore and dry; The air about had a listlessness, I heard no other noise Than the passing hooves of a steed, And my inner voice... No birds in trees about that house Whose porch I sat-in, ever spoke Early in that break of dawn, So I looked when the silence broke: A little distance away, and it Crawled to an awkward halt; The horse, giving a plunge in the air, Jerked and fumed in water and salt. Out came a lady old-- Worn as the wearied wheel-- Followed by the silken robes Of a beauty most surreal. In all youth then, i never saw A maiden so fair and pure; I watched in awe as the women both, Approached at my door. In ecstasy beheld my heart The temple of this Moon Shrouded by her hair, like night Working up a rune. Smiling, bowing graciously Like simmering warmth in the cold, She spoke to ask which way led To the house of(a name she told)... Still in awe, I arranged for chairs For my visitors to sit; Over cheerful cups of tea, I told what place was it. And before, they took my leave, I thought i had to say, ''Do stop-by this place Once more on thy way'': Those eyes passed a lively glance, As if to say, ''I will'', She finally left on her way And left me standing still... Bright was the day, and the next ones too-- I rested for the Dame: Spring and summer, winter came But she never came...


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Thirteen Quart Weekend

There once was a time when that car wasn't mine.
And as far as I was concerned that was just fine.
But then I grew up and I wanted to drive.
And that first weekend made me feel so alive.

A 66 Chevy Impala, four door.
By a young man's standard's, it was something to adore.
But the engine leaked oil.
But my fun it wouldn't spoil.
13 quarts, she did drink those two days.

I know you would think that my heart would just sink.
But my Dad fixed her up in a blink.
An oil sending unit was what she did need.
To stop the incessant oil drinking greed.

I made some nice memories in that splendid car.
Just driving round town, didn't have to go far.
I sold her for just as much as I paid.
That car did me right, to just get betrayed.


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The Feel

Written March 11, 2013


Slide like a snake through the weather vane
Squirm like a worm through your weathered veins
How it makes me feel
How it makes me feel
All the s*** I'll steal

Drink from the heart of an amulet
Drown in the wonders of percocet
You make me act the way I do
You turn me outside in from me to you
What you make me do

Sink in the pit of a past regret
So do you like the bitter taste yet
How I'll follow suit
In high speed pursuits
With a hundred proof

Gone is Ravi and the ways of the days
When sex came before foreplay
How it made me feel
To hear the sound so loud and the kids so proud
To relive those days

This bird has flown
This rubber soul won't heal
How it made me feel.
How it made me feel.
How it made me feel.


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Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



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Yearning

How much I long for the day
When the earth turns green again,
I longed for the day when the faded trees will blossom 
and sprout new leaves under the golden sun,
whispering sweet melodies in the wind,
yes, I longed for those days again.

                                                       
       ©2013 Christine Phillips


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Chief Goat! (For Emman)

Hey Hey! 
Who's the greatest goat of all?
Hey Hey!
Who stands over six feet tall?
Oh Oh!
Who's the biggest, buffest dude?
Oh Oh!
Who has grass as favorite food?

Hey, hail Chief Goat!
Chief Goat he's the one!
All hail Chief Goat!
'Cause he's a lot of fun!

Hey Hey!
Who's the goat that plays football?
Hey Hey!
Who goes running for that ball?
Oh Oh!
Who can't help but win this game?
Oh Oh?
It's Emman the one and same!

Hey, hail Chief Goat!
Chief Goat's super fast
All hail Chief Goat!
'Cause he sure ain't the last!

YEY CHIEF GOAT!


We love you Emman!


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Monologue of loneliness

Monologue of loneliness

 

Do I still look like a man my dearest?
When I seek a bit of life and soul prays into orphan seasons


Could you paint the light of my eyes that parch?
Why you remake my soul in the loneliness of monotone mosaic?

 
Can you touch a light or the sun above my black darkness?
I try to hide the pain and you plant only love

 
Do I look like a shadow or a ghost when I suffer and breathe Albanian?
I cry and smile, fall and wound, but love over and over again


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Guitarra, Express My Heart

Guitarra, I’m begging,express my heart Pick away all that’s ever ached Place these Spanish notes beautifully To the angel of her face Guitarra pleas, express this heart Bring to life our last Latin nights Dancing that flamenco from her charcoal eyes Reviving fiesta under most romantic moonlight Guitarra as now I gently play Fingers within running throughts through ebony of her hair “El espiritu de amor” is strumming along Bringing back the yesterdays to here Guitarra passion now is in the revival As the ghost of love tangos all around Milagros, I sense you near And in this instrument forever you are found


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Please Stay If Just For A while

Please stay a little while longer,
Hold me closer if only for a while,
Cry if you want I give you my shoulder,
Please stay if just for a while,

Let’s sit and gaze at the moon,
While we cuddle after a moments smile,
Feel every spasm so sudden so soon,
Please stay if just for a while,

I have the answer to your every wish,
Be it a kiss, love, put them in a pile,
Let’s live this moment even if in a notion,
Please stay if just for a while,

Feel my haevy breathing down your neck,
As I explore the pleasure not found in a smile,
So pure is love, am unable to find in a speck,
Please stay if just for a while,

Let’s overdose on insomnia and forget about sleep,
As we loose ourselves in quality time for just a mile,
If you be the shepherd am no less a sheep,
Please stay if just for a while,

If you leave I pray don’t say goodbye,
Sadness would drive me to faint and I won’t revive on salvolitile,
Just tell me you’ll be back even if it’s a lie,
Please stay if just for a while,


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Ever South

Yellow leaves swoop by the window like
errant canaries, confused, bruised, caught
in a ghostly whirlwind they rise and fall
swirling, hurling, snapping like a flag unfurling,
trapped taut against the window
caught momentarily, autumn comes to
stir things up, to disrupt, the end of
summer so abrupt, ruffling the feathers
of the glossy blackbirds who darken the sky
in swarms and herds, crowding on power lines
they huddle together as birds of a feather,
cawing, seemingly cursing the weather,
so many on the line, a snapshot in time,
etched into my mind, sublime,
taking flight en masse to head ever south,
south, to warmer climes as I hear the deep
tones of my Gregorian chimes, thrumming
tones that rattle breastbones, I count the
autumns that have come and go and
I know, I know.


©Danielle White


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Would I were a Yellow Bird

Would I were a yellow bird,
No woes would be on me
I’d fly me past the Sawney roofs
And past the canopy,
O I’d fly so high above this earth
Above this great frontier,
You’d think me but a yellow bird
Just a-gone and disappeared.

I’d soar out into sunlit skies
Where the clouds have all gone home
And I’d soar out over churning tides,
Bleached white with briny foam
Well I’d soar above the lofty peaks
Of mountains gray and blue
Just to perch atop those crowns of rock
And sit in wait for you.

O I’d fly tomorrow if I could,
In fact I’d fly today,
But my wings have not grown strong enough
To fly me anyway
So here I’ll sit, atop this nest
These skies I’m doomed to roam
Would I were a yellow bird,
Then I would fly me home.


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For the Dying Orphan

I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky “It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…”


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Beyond The Sun

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)


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Times Were Tough

I come from down in the valley, there, my father's house shines hard and bright in the darkness on the edge of town, like my memories calling so cold and alone troubled times had come to my hometown times were tough, love was not enough to feed us and keep us warm the greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown my father once told me, with every wish there comes a curse now, I understand what he meant you choose the chance you take still, at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe My hometown lays waiting for rebirth maybe everything that dies someday comes back By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 5, 2012 for Sing a Song a Poem contest (Tracie~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver) Eighth Place *Bruce Springsteen lyrics I come from down in the valley - The River My father's house shines hard and bright - My Father's House In the darkness on the edge of town - In the Darkness on the Edge of Town Calling and calling so cold and alone - My Father's House Troubled times had come to my hometown - My Hometown Times were tough, love was not enough - When You're Alone The greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown - Death to My Hometown With every wish there comes a curse - With Every Wish You choose the chance you take - The Price You Pay Still at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe - Reason To Believe Maybe everything that dies someday comes back - Atlantic City


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Living Nightmares

Vivid memories surround
As the darkness draws near
A weak, wounded man
Consumed by all fear

This man cannot breathe
His heart races on
This past he must face
Until the clock reaches dawn

The remorse and regret 
He never thought he'd feel
Is risen from these thoughts 
Cuts that won't heal

Drowning in his own sorrow
Has become a routine
For he cannot escape this nightmare
Because of tragedies unforeseen 

This hell he must endure
Until he finally awakens
To the bright light of day 
His soul completely shaken

These dreams he can no longer take
Tell the story of his being
This happens every night
There's no way to stop the bleeding


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Street Lights

Imagine a life set so selfless
that even sinners couldn't help it
but carry the weak and offer
strength to helpless.
but this life we lead on
is a cliche' blue song
because we don't even know
when it's right to move on
we don't even know how to fight
to move on
so we might as well get a grip
ingest life till' it's gone.

so I sit here so still
can't believe I'm feeling still,
the candlewick burnt out
tonight on that window sill.


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A Running Chestnut- Acoustic Phonology

Toyous melody of childhood memories 	                                                          Board in tune becomes a high wire trapeze   						        Two cans and a string acoustic phonology 						               Each part paper comb sings the bucket drum 				                        With whizzing blade of grass in hands with breath hum  			              The paper roll trumpet blows ensemble strums         					    Running along the day grows as children play  				                   Rolling hillside a box becomes a sleigh  							     Tutor love pea shooter from across the way  				                      After a rain paper boat follows the drain    							           Bows arrows cornstalk fiddle finish reframe               					       Hoop and guider dolls cat and mouse homemade plain


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Wrong

I sit upon, my thoughts so blunt:
I hear the birds that cry,
Not what I do, but what I can't, 
One can only try. 

I look upon, the sky so dark, 
The air is cool and still. 
The journeys that I won't embark,
Feelings I'll never feel. 

I'll walk this road, with uncertainty: 
I'll help myself along, 
Until I rest-- eternally,
Forgetting all my wrong.


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Complicated Love

My life is so complicated,
It feels as if I'm neither loved nor appreciated.
This feeling I have inside of me, 
it burns...

To imagine the touch of his soft skin against mine,
It's like I'm running back and forth through time,
'Cause it's never gonna happen again...

To hear his voice whispering in my ear,
It would be as if I'm reliving that one special year...

I'll never forget the words he said to me...

"I Love You, Baby"...

It makes me cry, even thinking of it now,
As if I'm gonna die and won't remember how...

The feelings I have for him will remain the same,
Even though it makes me feel stupid and insane...

I'd give my life for him,
I'd just lay it on the line, 

I'd give my life for him,
To let him know the heart that he'll always have is mine

Just to show him...how much I...care...


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Chaos

Immaculate
Random
Gorgeous
Heroic
Expanding mind
Taste Sampling
Divine
Forbidden pleasure
Amazing
Mind numbing
Glorious
Thought inducing
Seducing
Selfless
Explosion
Bright
Last Night


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ON SUCH A SNOWY EVENING

On such a snowy evening
When cold wind makes everyone shudder
And numbs senses with its fang,
The ever-warm heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When trees shed dry leaves like tear
And melodious birds stop singing,
The ever-green heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone sinks in sleepy snow-layer
And life becomes tiresome and boring,
The ever-awake heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone alienates from each other
And the hateful death roams to sting,
The ever-loving heart remembers her.


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Dard

"Badi Tassalli Se Toda Tha Tumne hamara Dil.
Hum Aaj Bhi Mohabbat Nahi Kar Paaye."


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Goin' Down the Road

A favorite Grateful Dead song,
Going Down the Road Feeling Bad...
Who hasn't had such days?

An astonishing band they were
Amazing in so many ways...

In the early 70's I had
The pleasure to be
In a "Dead" cover band,
How incredible they were
They took me to "another land"

Golden memories
Goose-bump laden music
Oh, to relive a single night

To "Go where the water tastes like wine"
And once more,
To be in a time that was, oh, so fine.


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All In Good Time

All in Good Time
Sara L Russell, 28/2/14, 00:30

Given time
the inner eye of memory sees with softer reverie,
as through a muslin curtain; softly veiled and far away -
and how temptingly tranquil seem the waters of the past.

Given time
lost minutes lengthen into hours, to long-remembered days,
lost words that needed saying fall like petals in the rain
Turning slowly in the air until they fade to dust at last.

Given time
a distant haunting melody's translated into sighs
birdsong at morning lilting like a glimmering of streams;
and moments of reflection spill too swiftly through our hands.

Given time
dry leaves fly through the chilly air and scatter in the sky
summer will have her finery returned from green to gold,
and snow will cover everything, like time's relentless sands.


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Sweet Seduction

[Verse 1]

My blood is ice inside your veins
Crawling underneath my skin
The price we pay to earn that name
The battle that we never win
Falling faster far below
Further into darkest depths
The kiss of death that you bestow
The poison that is on your…lips

[Chorus]

Sweet seduction
Drug addiction
Words that only he can mend
Sweet seduction
My affliction
Rise to only meet the end

[Verse 2-change]

Your thoughts they plant a grave in me
Like missiles shooting through the skies
The pain you watch but never see
Crystals falling from my eyes
Your words they feel like razor blades
Your touch like acid on the skin
Your love this agonizing pain
The battle that I’ll never…win

[Chorus]

[Breakthrough]
Swallowed up by
Sounds of screaming
Asking questions
Without meaning
Fall away…
FADE AWAY!!!!

[Chorus]
Sweet seduction
Drug addiction
Words that only he can mend
Your destruction
My affliction
Rise to only meet the end

The end…


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misty eyes

She's accustomed
to love, and 
the scent of 
him

eh? he thinks  
as he
turns the 
page

why wouldn't
we want
to change 
the ways 
of time?

While she
wishes upon 
a love
like limericks'


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Love it

I love it when you're kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs
Passion slowly increasing
breathing deeper
Gaining momentum for the moment 
that draws nearer
Now you're whisperin in my ear
Temperature's rising
moaning, grinding
my body to the rhythm of each 
breath
Enjoying kisses with your tongue on 
my neck
While creating secrets between us 
that manifest
into beautiful stories of lust and 
fantasy
Unafraid to confess 
Rivers flow
The scent of the pheremones 
The beat that the song's on
Tuned in to your passion 
I’m feeling it’s time to make this happen
Finally releasing fear and stress
through pure emotion and love 
Freedom from hurt and distress
I love it when you’re kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs...


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Dusty Road

Sometimes I dream about old dusty roads
Driving through the dirt, with no where to go
I've passed many hitchhikers
Their showin skin and money
But none of that means anything to me
None of that means anything to me

I keep driving along that old dusty road
Searching for the reason, why I even left home
I keep driving through the dirt and the mud
Thinking of all the things that I have done

I shift into neutrul as I cruise down a hill
My mind slips for a bit
And a deer ran out from a feild
I slammed on the brakes
And dust flew up high
That's when I knew that everything was alright

I keep driving along that old dusty road
Searching for the reason, why I even left home
I keep driving through the dirt and the mud
Thinking of all the things that I should have done

My car has ran out of gas 
And this lonely road becomes clear
What would have been different if I stopped
To talk to the hitch hikers and the deer
Maybe if I picked them up, theyd help me push my car
Or maybe they would robbed me dry
And killed me with a crobar
Or maybe I'd just drive by and pretend they werent there
Cause they were never there
No they were never there

I'm pushing my car down an old dusty road
Wondering why I still haven't gone home
My shoes are covered in dirt and mud
Giving proof of something that I have done


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Heartache's Hill

When you and I are lost sweet moments
fading in Time's book,
And ageing eyes gaze back in time
to see that special look,
Will we smile to see the fashions
we once dared to wear,
In our minds relive the passions
that still linger there.

Will our emotions be as strong
when dreams are far away,
And cinders deep recall the glow
of love by fire-play,
And chasing down the Autumn street
where laughter breaks the chill,
When youth was bright and love made light
of climbing heartache's hill.


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Season's Gone

The generation’s pass now through your eyes
The spirit of what is gone now will arise
And in a better place free from lies

A gentle spring is all I could ask for		
The softest rains and the mystical breeze	
Our hair would blow in waves like the oceans
My backyard held adventures and mysteries

The speed and light went racing past obstacles
I can’t even see the past or my miseries
The summer hit me and fled while I watched it go on
Never knowing how we would be

And in my darkness I am still weeping	
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing

The chill in the air passed through me so willfully
My heart and stomach dropped down so distantly
The luscious grays kept me from blending into
A fall of emotions ranked with virility 

The winter reveals loss for our loved ones
Its icy truth pushes strong while freezing the weak
Some can go again with a mind full of optimism
The rest will die alone with the meek 

And in my darkness I am still weeping	
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing


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A Bite of Torah

In still serene
	He waits -
To hear a joyous melody
	Of words -
Where union waits
	Between white spaces -
As each draws in their breath.
To lift black letters off the page
	And into Now -
A delicious feast of Torah,
	Eating aleph’s and bet’s  -
	With a side of cheesecake.


                                                   
                                             [For Shavuot]


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Lunar Love

Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game


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Tears of a Runaway

Tears of a Runaway

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.

I long for that happiness
That I once felt.
Instead, painful memories
Are coming back to hurt me.

Running away
Sounded like a good solution,
Even though I may trip and fall.
I'll just keep on running, 'til I can't run at all.

I trip and completely fall down,
But I don't get up this time.
I’m just lying on the ground, now,
Crying ‘til I can’t cry anymore…tears.

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.

I don’t know what to do now.
I’m just paralyzed on the ground;
Except that I’m also shaking
From all the crying that I’m doing.

Running away
Wish I could say
That I would stay.
But, God, just please help me?

The coldness is wrapping around me
Like it’s a frozen blanket.
Trapped in this cold, cold world
And in my mind, memories swirled.

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.
As I lie here,
I wonder
What it would be like
If my life was happier.

I can’t really say for sure
What would be going on.
But if my life was happier,
I wouldn’t be singing this song.

I once felt that warmth and comfort,
But now it’s gone.
And it’s been so long
That everything in my life now is wrong.

I’m blinded by these tears;
Still choking on my useless words;
My heart still racing like a horse;
My lungs still gasping for air.

These are the tears of a...runaway


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More than weather, can be frightful or Unseasonal Christmas

Used to be the weather was frightful
People covered themselves from head to toe
Now, despite the fact it’s Christmas season
I see more sand, than I see snow
The temperatures keep on elevating
To the moon, they just seem to rise
Oh, where is the Christmas of yesterday
The rosy cheeks, windows fogged with ice

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

Frosty, it seems we’re not gonna see him
Heat miser, now, has gotten his day
Can’t ole Jack Frost do something about this
And chase the warm weather away
No need to chop wood set for burning
The heated air replaces that in the hearth
I hope it gets cold and very soon, too
Because Christmas puts warmth in everyone’s heart

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

Oh, when Christmas day finally gets here
Right now, I’ll tell ya, all I wanna see
Are people with scarves and gloves on their hands
And snow bringing life to all barren trees
I want the temps to chill me right to the bone
That’s when I’ll know it’s Christmas time
Who wants to look up and see a sleigh
With a fat man in a speedo, flying around

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town


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Dream Liberty -- Butterfly Effect

Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul Transforming my life Morphing into something so unreal So Different, silently beautiful So hidden and lost A fire dances on my pale iced face Lively prancing as each sheds more light The embers glow in your singed shadow Was this eternity meant to last forever? I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty Punishing the dead Can you never let anything go Is it all to hard to see That your bias takes you on a blinded delusion Where all they plunder is hate Terror is a virtue When becoming a king So cut off the strings of my life With your power And you will see the strength of the dream of Liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty


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I'm Sleeping Outside

I've tried to tamper with such precious time
Looked forward and back with open eyes
I wonder about the day I'll die
Will there be rain or shine?
Maybe both, maybe none
As I speak another life has begun
Wish them luck as they carry on
Bewildered within these starry nights
I thought of time when I have lied
Oh such precious time
It flies
(im sleeping outside)
Signs and dreams lead me to believe
That somehow, some way
I'll be something great
Do I choose to be nieve?
They'll never know
Do I choose to be so weak?
It'll never show
(I'll be sleeping outside)
Love is such a clishey it seems
Something I could only see
Her eyes drew us in like summer heat 
Cupids arrows were made of clay
Oh yes I've longed for this day
I knew I wasnt lying anymore
(I always sleep outside
where the weather is nice
I can feel everything for what it's worth
dont give me signs or written lines
give me your solid words)


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Long ago ,happy days


somtimes i go jogging beyond the far moors
left idle and,cast away from indoors
i pass the woods and the running stream
and reach the land where trains would steam

there were ways where trains would teem
smoke and blares made the bridge dim
candies and coins flied up from tha vans
where the lucky soldiers would fire their guns

army drill is done,now it's time for fun
loud cheers and hourrays heard along the run
the trains pass and souvenirs pass away
only shadows remain where the raillways stay

a jog across the country gave me a feel
when two old bridges stirred my rhyming quill
they stood,after much time been a span
when life used to be,and the memories ran


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The Pawn Folly

Sand-like cliffs reaching up as towers
 thier sole purpose, but to measure hours,
 feels a though I'm stuck in a cage
 resulting in more visitations with rage;
 
There's not enough drink to fade it away
 and too much left to quit it, today.
 A good woman could help me put it down
 but, there doesn't seem to be any of them, around.
 
Gravity's pulling just as hard as she'd might
 and, the extra pull, has brought upon us, the night;
 and, just as noon can coerce the dew to fade
 night got real lucky, bartering for trade;
 
for day's sky and night's sky yearned for folly to be
 each dimension's signature for eternity;
 pawn folly was divided into both these domains
 giving birth to split issues, and more difficult planes.
 
But, on l keep trudging, as on l must go
 who'll win in the long-run, believe l'll never know,
 l've donned my best hat and, my only warm cloak
 but it's hard to realize that I'm the butt of the joke!


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Into The Blue

A place where I can go to let down my hair
Become that of a still smooth sleeping bear
Gone with the wind is my worries and cares
Into beautiful eyes, where mine can stare

As each grain of sand slips through my hand
I recall each time that I held your hand
The way you made me feel like a man
This is the place where I can escape,
From Lifes binding plans 


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Save Me From Desperation

It's been so long since I could Feel you, Hold You I'm wondering if it was Just an Illusion For love For me could Not be real Nobody could Love over The Borderline, not even I So if you ask you'll know why I silently began to cry I need you here, to hold me I'm so scared without You I just want to Sleep forever Never stray away far Save me From Desperation Never Say It wasn't meant to be I can't take this lie You Kill me With this So much I hurt so much inside these words burn as I cry This life is destroyed without you The joy that comes is the Joy of the Empty The despair I'm prone to maynever wilt I way You could have been there You could have saved me but no you left I was here to stay In the Dark When the razor called me back You could have been my light throughout the eternal black My Soul Has yearned for but where are you Please come back to me I desire just a one word of comfort just from you, only from you Tell me this is just a Lie Just a Hallucination from my Mind I'm suffering I'm Dying I Need you I'm begging just for one word please save me from Desperation I'm the Petal You're the Wind Without You I can never go Far You're not here I'm now stranded alone In the plagued island of my mind only if you were here only If you here You could have Saved Me From Desperation


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THE BOW LEGGED GIRL

      THE BOW LEGGED GIRL
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack,
and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back.

I took your funky records and your Playgirl magazines
and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans.
I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away,
to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you,
she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too.
She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight,
and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night.

She still sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show,
guess she doesn't know that Viet Nam was 40 years ago.
She's out protesting every day and carries a sign,
 and bites her toenails ev'ry night just like you chewed on mine.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood.
And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good.
She bought a brand new car one day, a green Cadillac,
and it's got a bar up in the front and mattress in the back.

I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day,
cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay.
She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball,
and just like you used to do, then she eats them all.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday,
and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.

She brought her uncle home with her from work the other night,
and her uncle and my cousin all got drunk and had a fight.

She got locked in the bedroom with the meter readers dad,
and they had a lot of fun all night, but I felt awful bad.
He took her home with him a while, but she wouldn't stay,
I wish you'd come back home to me, and run her away.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.


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On The Bed Of Crimson Roses

I smell the fragrance of love
On the bed of crimson roses
Memories of thee beguiles me
And million emotions my heart encloses

Those eternal love-filled hours
Feel yet to be so few
Oh Love! Rush down my core
As this heart concocts the brew

Silent I lay beside you, all cuddled up
That drives me to the golden shore
Seeing through my inward eye, I become
Nostalgic to the days of yore


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A Lazy Afternoon

I sit  on my deck on this lazy afternoon
watching the sun move slowly to the west

The leaves are dancing on the oak tree out back 
from a breeze gently blowing from the south

A sparrow is hopping from post to post 
on the old fence down by the road

A little squirrel  playing  and running around
to the top of the tree and down to the ground

then I hear a whistle from a distant train
And the rhythm is like music to my ears

I  think to myself  what wonderful way 
to spend a  beautiful  lazy  afternoon


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Smeared Mirror

Looking dead at me 
in this smeared mirror...
a lost man tormented; 
face red, brittle and teared

less excuses 
longer I stare
stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection alerts me,
"this prison is my fear"
longing for an escape 
and answers to why I’m still here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


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The Escapist's Plea

When you can longer run away from yourself
When you thought there were no more tears to cry
When you just want to die
Living like this consumed by the façade of a million lies
So many years, so many days
Waking up to people who no longer care you're there
You ask how can this be, one short organic vitality
Wasted with living; the slowest way to die

The shadows of shame weigh you down 
Until you drown, filled with only their hate
All you can turns grey, and all you ever loved fades
The agony is all you know, thank you pain
A self-sadist Is all you have become, j
ust how they showed you, craving so much more
Just to hide up all of the misery
But under cloth it still bleeds

This is the Escapist's Plea
For the one who fall to their knees in misery
Trying to stay sane but fall under September's rain
Dying from the invisible disease, only you can see
Stigmatized by their sadistic need
Only if I could just fly away
...Fly Away


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Once Were Kings

ONCE WERE KINGS

Pigskin sails past outstretched arms
Another inch perhaps?
Grins on faces kids from afar
Memories made memories lapse

Neither friends nor foe, yet strangely so
They seemed like us but strangely no
A tackle too hard, a tackle too late
We share in victory, we share in hate

We huddle like penguins with nearly a sound
Plays are drawn on hands or ground
Nods are given, all is clear
Our secret safe, our secret sound

The play unfolds, not quite as planned
Defense charge, our line outmanned
Quarterback scrambles, the outcome dim
No fear of defeat nor life and limb

A last chance prayer, Hail Mary by name
Don’t anyone say it’s only a game
Bragging rights pending, youth in their prime
It meant so much to us at the time 

Recollection muddied but joy it brings
We meet at ball fields, our kids on swings
Were prayers ever answered?
Does it matter at all?
We were rivals and pals
When we were kings









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Walk Upright, Neanderthal

Hobble left and right oh stupid monkey, oh Neanderthal,
Over time you’ll learn to drop that stick you call a tool;
Meander to the wishing well and look down at your ugly face;
Obviously you need to see what you’ll look like just beyond today.
So learn to use your fingers too and work out all those problems;
And watch your head grow oh so stronger making your life that much longer.
Pick up all those heavy rocks and cast them into darkened caves;
Involve the other monkeys too and they can come along with you.
Escort your kin down Darwin’s path, this ought to set things straight;
No matter what you do from here, you’re going to seal your fate.


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Time of Honey

Old memories, foggy and pink:
Time of honey in powerful link;
Air people, silent in the fearful grass;
Clouds in silver circles quickly pass;

White soft eyelids smoothly blink:
In prayer nights, the nights of ink…
Paddled tired water`s white waves;
Sincere love forgives and saves:

Soldiers who march through the ashes;
Children of the rain in drained marshes;
The monk painting the nipples that poke a wet blouse;
Glass birds in the  frozen flight, above the bleak house;

In a time-garden of the fruitful new breath
At the other side of the undiscovered wreath,
Dreams hung in the tempest`s trembling willow
While the emerald sorrow milted in innocent glow.


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DIGGING INTO THE BEATLES' MIND

How much sorrow can you take,
when all you think of is true joy?
Very lonely but not hopeless
until another sunrise comes...
you will be wishing, wide-awake,
for the sweet lips of that young boy!


O lonely girl listening to music and imagining love,
you shouldn't get wings and turn into a dove,
because boys don't believe in keeping promises...
they find another foolish girl somewhere else!
O lonely girl barely fourteen refrain from desire,
that desire that can only end up in dire!


It's okay to dream as teens do to vent their rage,  
it's fine to have a fantasy and wait for the phone to ring;  
and it's quite normal to think of boys at this age,
but be warned of the first heartbreak from a tender wink,
it may lead to something you are not ready for,
so keep on dreaming and shut that darn door!


Towards midnight you hear his voice again and feel fine,
it must be one of those dreams when he says, " Little doll,
you are the prettiest one among others so slim and tall!"
And he goes on, " I made you a promise you'll be all mine!"
Oh, dreamer so innocent: a pillow case is all you hold,
he's not yours by any means...he's a teaser and way too old!  
 

Your silly head is listening to the song he wrote,
a lovely love song he sent to your cellphone,
falling in love is not learned from a romance book:
words mislead and confuse the ones who are alone;
you may love him dearly, but all he does is using you for his own delight... 
he may love you, but he'll sing his song to someone who's not too bright.       


Inspired by the following songs:

Across The Universe
Lady Madonna
Lucille
Lonely Rita
Blackbird
Northern Song


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STAINLESS LOVE

Your rejection
is a violent blow
to the face of my affection.
It stops the flow
of my compasssion's blood
and dries the flood
of my burning passsion.
But I will continue to feed 
this innocent attraction.
I will ontinue to breed 
this stainless love
until its muscles grow tough.


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Sorhleod

It was the myriad relapse The shadows perched, time slipped, the temptation resided to my mind I'm sure I have most the soul I never once had Lost; once you go into the dark eternal black there's no hope of dreaming of atoning back Small child I cling to you trying to savor the innocence When I could believe in everything again I tried All along to search for the truth But " the truth" is something that the truth eradicated I want to be ignorant again Can't face reality again Cease the pain that the pills can't heal Evaporate the blood that negates the strife Let me believe in everything again Break the fear Remove the pins of reality And I still wonder why And I still wonder why "forgive" makes me cry I can't make it stopThe razor beckons my name The scars and all their Shame... Find a way to pierce my serpent heart Through the iron membrane it's bleeding, I know When I have no cigarettes to burn When I have no more knowledge to Learn When I have no more xanax To cause concern I've dried out My heart is loosing it's touch There's no way out The abuse and abyss has sealed me Cease the pain that the pills can't heal Evaporate the blood that negates the strife Let me believe in everything again Break the fearRemove the pins of reality And I still wonder why And I still wonder why "forgive"makes me cry I've dried out My heart is loosing it's touch There's no way out The abuse and abyss has sealed me I've dried out tMy heart is loosing it's touch There's no way out The abuse and abyss has sealed me


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The Rebel

Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.

Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…

Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…


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BROTHER, GARBAGE SWEEPER

Brother, garbage sweeper,
Don’t sweep anyone’s hopes away
They’ve tossed into the streets... 
Tears, you know,
Cannot smudge
Our Avenues...
Folks on the whole
Keep their regrets
All bottled up...
No you can’t guess
How they feel
When they don’t go outside...
Those garbage pails
You’ve emptied out for years
And years and years, are mute
Witness to your feelings...
So why allow anyone
Who thinks only of his stomach
To bother you?
Brother, garbage sweeper,
please don’t misunderstand
My words...
I never intended
To humiliate you ....
What’s the difference
Between us?...
Brother, garbage sweeper,
Don’t sweep anyone’s hopes away
They’ve tossed into the streets... 
Tears, you know,
Cannot smear
Our Avenues...
 
© Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Paris, 10. 05.1999
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Richard Vallance , 2002


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Autumn Giggles

Horizontal Vertigo --
amongst the wet raked leaves,
Gazing into gorgeous blue; 
where clouds --
Are passing frogs or horses;
In a pair of grass-stained Levi’s.

A subtle wind --
Tickles all the colored leaves,
So drenched in spattered sunlight;
Still falling --
As she rakes the cooling leaves;
So brilliant --
Over happy giggles.


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Up in Smoke

Grey slender  almost blue as embers
Pouncing in the greener yard~
Faithful   He was oh so graceful
Past a concrete curb to wander
	Into streaming metal garb ~ 
Where did he go,
Still no one knows
	But she believes she’s found him ~
A carbon-copy of a cat,
If you could just imagine that;
So sure that he is 
Smokey.


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Somewhere Past your Focus

Speckled black 
Against a shiny redness;
Once cleaved to old and tattered,
Inspiring me to cleave it to -
A new found insignificance.

An extension of what really matters
Hidden somewhere past your focus;
Underneath the wood and glue,
Such a little thing as this -
A faint memory of you.


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You Are My Matchless Mate

“You’re my matchless mate”

Kiss me as you never before
Do it much better
That I must ask you for more

But one thing you keep it in your mind
I can never let myself for nasty
So, never plan to go on for dirty

I know, you have devoted yourself to me
But it doesn’t mean
You begin to feel free

You know well who am I
If I’m your heart voice
Then you’re also my elite choice

Though the sun blaze very hot
But when you came in front of it
It cools down on the spot

Whenever I say you’re my flower
You replied, “You’re its scent”.
From others, this thing makes you different

No doubt you’re my matchless mate
In any way and only with you
I have decided to make my fate.
 Ovis )
“ In this font format : “ Distant Galaxy “


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Mental Doppelganger

10-25-2012

He is my mental doppelgänger
His thoughts are one with mine
I can feel the words leave from his lips
Because I see them in my mind

All that talk of mixed emotions
Did not accompany my cries
Because I knew just what he needed
And what he needed was more time

More time to heal both broken hearts
So we could leave all baggage behind
But we both were falling far too fast
Crippling fear forced us to rewind

So I stand here staring at a stranger
Who once gazed into my eyes
And told me “You are my mental doppelgänger.
Your thoughts are one with mine.”


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Lamentation

Another song from the set made in middle school
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My life craves the soul And I’m all alone You stay—then off you go And I can’t hold on You will never know me For what I am [oh no] Can we forget? Can this just end? If we don’t believe How can we mend? Your face haunts my memory And I can’t move on Cuz here without you I feel…so numb Left out in the cold For you will never love me Was I too much [to mend]? But how can you see? How can you know [what I meant to you]? Could this be the end of the road Left to sleep alone? -Ooooooooh- Can we forget? Can this just end? If we don’t believe— Can I forget? Will my life end? If you don’t exist Why do I pretend?


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Ballad of a Young Man

Jonathan Moore had a cocktail queen
She lit up the skylight, move over Charlene!
Crack-jack milly-dilly four and a teen
Ain't come round here, she's in Johnny Moore's dream

Coastal giant wave-rider, top of the scene
Never quite made it up to see Magdalene
Jiffy-miff hacky-tack four and a teen
Thousand words a picture, on top o' James Dean

California jelly-bean, man overseas
Peasantry drinkin' up moonlight 'n' tea
Fenny-benny piggle-wiggle four and a teen
Coffee growers naggin' 'bout Jack and the Bean

Kissing tigers wanderin' through coal mine reeds
Took his twenty dollars, 'twas more than they'd seen
Cally-cat whistle-whine turn a new leaf
Never known a joker didn't have him a thief


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Like

Warmth
In my skin
Fresh faced
Embracing sin

Gather
Retract
Sun bathed golden grains
Richer
Infract
Life everlastingly changed

Darkness 
Ahead
Impending disaster
Silently said

Wind
Bend
Ache
Break
Slipping through
Again 
Too late

Ivory
Showing
Please
Start slowing
These savory moments within

Gaps 
Inside
Helplessly flowing
In this tide
Traps my hands in emptiness
From the sun filled sky

Wind
Bend
Ache
Break
Slipping through
Again 
Too late


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And now we strangers

And now we strangers
Greet like the indifferent
As if the memory eclipsed
To create less than mediocre.

No cheek, no grin
No glimmer of familiar
Only our wall of remorse
Building our division.

Before the distortion
Engulfed our direction
Did we not see a friendship
To last out the years?

But our story concluded
And by my part a regret
Though not of the past 
But of futures not encountered


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Roots of Time

My soul fears it not. It languishes with all I’ve had…
Existence  cares it not. You either lose it or add it
My body freezes not , around myself people passing by... 
I’ve had this empty  spot, easy to conquer, hard to apply..

So I dive inside my self to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?

Then I dive into my nature, and I see a man bringing  it to closure..
A path  he never walked.  He searched, and fought, 
And at the end, he became a hurt creature in a world of hallow…
He became filled with emotions and people he could never forgive…

So I dive  inside myself to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?

Then I quiet down, I pray, I cry. I force myself to stand up
God! Where can find strength  to stop the pain where  I weak mostly?
What have I done to my  dreamt dreams, which were so happily created, and now 
so ghostly lived?     

So I dive  inside myself to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?

Suddenly, I close my eyes. My hands tremble , my body stops…
I hear voices inside my head: 
“ its your time and  is now is too late, you journey is over,  this is your faith! Its your 
time and is now too late, your dream is over, there is no mate”

So I dive  inside myself to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?
 

At the end I am Stumbled.  I am astonished by the feeling from within
All I have is emptiness.  I had it all  and never fought.. I saw it all, and never 
caught…
I simply stood away, and let it  pass by me…Amazingly and free. 
 I have chosen too much and have so little. I  am all alone. 


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Your Highness

Executing the realm of beauty,
puncturing your torturess soul
while the sinister truth exemplifies purity,
the kind you lost along the way.
You can't see that longing,
you can't comprehend that willingness-
the deepest form of revenge-
success.
And with the success,
all that surpasses is the crooked
unreliable action,
a pretense definition that karma is mandatory.
It moves me how such a belief holds,
totalitarian regime.
Your highness,
I'll bow to you once more,
one more adieu
and passing by.
But after not one
but two steps away,
you are no longer existent-
like the leaves evaporated by the snagging wind-
wrapping its arms around the oak's leaves-
sucking out the poison of the leaves,
as they drop one
by one.
Farewell,
one final time.


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Put My Eyes To Sleep

I have felt the heavy mists
 of a disappearing life 
a life not held within my grasp
 and yet I have struggled
 I have always struggled 
always to travel on
 
Not alone
 not on my own
not alone upon my path
 engraved upon my hands
 a map of this life's journeys
 and some plans
 that no earthly soul can read
 
I open my mind to see 
beyond these heavy mists
 of these disappearing days
 that enclose me
 that will someday all to soon
 put my eyes to sleep
 



(c) Copyright by Christine A Kysely
 (November 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
 








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Lovers Departed

Lovers departed
Like two souls unwanted
Sent to Hell in a hand basket
To make it out on your own
Futures are uncertain
Hope can be lost
Place faith in the fact that
What could have been, never was

Hearts and minds tend to fight
An epic tug-of-war
All you ever wanted 
blew out the front door
And now all we do is search
For Mister and Miss Right
But did we just maroon them, each other, on shore?

Long words abandoned
For those softer on tongues
One plans the future,
The other plans today’s fun
Why can’t they both
Simply cross the other’s path
It’s for not lack of trying
Until turning one’s back

Memories have faded
Yet others return
Was it a fair exchange 
to receive the good for the spurned?
The wrong days will cut you
With fears and regrets
Sometimes we hold onto
What no one thinks is best

In the foggy uncertain
Only time can unfold
If happiness awaits 
Or you die old and alone


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Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


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I Wanna Go Home ( Tomorrow )

Declarations of Independence
Shadows of rock on roll
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
 
Exchanging love letters 
and dirty looks
I love you
and History books
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
 
Sell your soul
Save my skin
Rock and roll
and violins
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
Tell me lies 
and take them back
Hide and seek
and fade to black
Show me yours
I'll show you mine
How are you?
I'm doing fine
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
 
I'm still here standing still
Take the hill
It's time to kill
I want to go home 
I wanna go -


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Down to Georgia

                                          Down to Georgia my sister and I went,
                                          We heard the weather was heaven sent;
                                          bought a ranch house on three acres,
                                          was in foreclosure, but had no takers;
                                          For two years we worked very hard,
                                          fixing the driveway and the large yard;
                                          cut the pine trees, they kill all my grass,
                                          put up a tower with a big bell of brass;
                                          put up a greenhouse to grow my plants,
                                          poisoned the yard to kill the fire ants;
                                          then one day my sister became ill,
                                          the doctor said, better draw up a will;
                                          for three weeks, she just stayed in bed,
                                          then one gloomy day she was dead;
                                          now a Connecticut yankee stuck alone,
                                          looking for a good women to bring home.


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Seventeen

I remember your smiling face
Staring down at me
It all just seemed pillows and promises
But soon the comfort fades out
And we’re left with hidden pictures
And misguided hearts

But now, I’ve stared at the memory long enough
That I can feel your hand wrap around mine
And this time, we won’t let go

It’s been so long since seventeen
We’ve gone so far, fearing never to find our way back
School hallways and car backseats linger in my heart
In just a moment, with just another smile you took me back
To seventeen

Now, I’ve stared at the memory long enough
That I can feel your hand wrap around mine
And this time, we won’t let go

Sitting on the edge of the bed
Spiraling toward the edge of my mind
I hear the door close behind you
Still, I sit here, wondering what this means
Somehow I know
Somehow I know, you’ll be back again someday
So I’ll just sit here and let you find your way back to me

I’ve stared at the memory long enough
That I can feel your hand wrap around mine
And this time, we won’t let go

This time, we’ll be walking hand-in-hand


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Was it you


1st Verse:

Walk on by me if you see me
Let me pass just let me go
All those things we had between us
Just the past now says so

In the moment it was real
At the time we could stand still
For a love we thought would last
Never forgotten by the past

Bridge:

The love we thought could never die
Has evaporated to blue sky

Chorus:

Saw you today
Couldn’t believe
Was it you standing there
Did my eyes deceive?
Never thought I would wonder
Always thought I knew
But now I don’t know
Is it true?
Was it you?

2nd Verse:

Turn around walk the other way
Strangers is what we are
Knew each other inside and out
Now just a distant star

Time and space, left it behind
Gave our hearts to another kind
Tweaking dreams not breaking seams
Changing faces Wiping slates clean


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Rodeo's Renegade Roses

Gather ‘round younguns, there is a story to be told
About some renegade cowgirls & their ride for the gold
They made it look so easy, feathers, flowers & a smile.
Guts & grace, they had plenty, quitting wasn't their style

They snugged up their riggin' & grabbed for air
Winning Champion titles with style & flair
If Lucas, Krieg & Greenough hadn't led the way
Would any of us be here in the arena today?

Henderson, Riley, Hastings & Creed
To the "Men Only" rule they all paid no heed
They broke records & bones, faced derision & fear
Riding Broncs, Raising families, they juggled home & career

Nasty wrecks were a given but they seemed to bounce back
In one unforgettable event, Tad's girl picked up the slack
From Calgary & Cheyenne to OKC & San Antone
Though there are many others, these ladies stand alone

Hat's off to the Rodeo's Renegade Roses
At tradition they turned up their noses
Bronc busting, trick riding, a rough riding ballet
They showed us how to win & made it look like play

They were never reckless, just a bit wild & bold
Now its up to you & me to see their stories told
They left mighty big boots to fill, bless them one & all
We know that they ride with us, as we heed the siren's call

Lift a glass high in honor for those who paved the way
Three cheers for the Renegade Roses still bucking out today


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I wave goodbye

Did I lose my friend 
Before I even met him?
Written words no more
Tell the tales of yesterday.
How I remember the true smiles
Arising from a playful typed wink,
A list of favoured, a lyrical message
Mixed with counsel and dreams
Of future fights and triumphs.

How is it so easy to destroy
A connection so luminous
With misjudged feelings?
Potential for greatness and longevity
Now smashed with no chance of repair.
Foolish in our beliefs 
That friendship would triumph.
We now know that impossible,
So reluctantly I wave goodbye.


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Let Your Rains Fall Down

let your rains 
fall down
let your rains fall
let your tears run to the ocean
hold none of them tight within
let the earth send them far away
send them far away
far, far away
far away from here


© Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
(November 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


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CI VEDIAMO A CAPRI ( WE'LL MEET AGAIN IN CAPRI )

From my northern city full of rain... 
I came to this splendid island of Capri,
and through the blue eyes of Emily,
that constantly remind me of that southern sky,
I saw the beautiful expression of a true smile,
a smile that drove this man insane!

" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
she said to mer sadly...
trembling and trying not to cry; 
and though the April' breeze was  so warm,
she shivered...reaching for my  hand to hold!  
Oh, Emily that wasn't a goodbye!

O island so full of fragrant, pretty roses...
waiting for those passionate lovers:
I must depart from you with sadness,
hoping that tomorrow I will be back! 
Oh, sweet darling...oh, lovely Emily:
I won't be gone for long...from you and Capri! 

" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
I told her with an emotion, so hurt and deep,
that brought me to tears...until I couldn't breath!
" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
I said aloud as I caressed her face so soft and young,
a face that I would remember in my Neapolitan song!

" Ci vediamo a Capri," I shouted over the calm sea!
" Ci vediamo a Capri," was my promise to Emily! 


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What a Pretty Flower

I found a flower on my desk, yet I know not whence it came. It brought such warmth unto my heart although it had no name. It's colours changed from tick to tock and I knew that I'd been had, 'cause when I tried to pick it up, it had turned to pitch black sand. With such a transformation, right before my very eyes, I knew that nameless flowers were full of nought but lies. This flower, it did have no stem and, therefore, had no thorn. Though harmless to the naked eye, Left me utterly, truly torn.


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Coming Home from School

I use to do that coming home from school
We were the swallows on the ground
And in our glee we dissolved the same rule

We would shiver when the rain was done, but
Not then while we laughed and played the fool
Through raindrops and every puddle in each rut

Some things are lost, some go round and round
Like the tidiness with which we kept the hut
Or the frolic that brings the old abandoned sound

I use to do that coming home from school
We would shiver when the rain was done but
Some things are lost, some go round and round


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Sugar Sick Sweet Lullabies

I had this dream last night and it was perfect 
It was everything I wanted my life to seem
So when I opened my eyes to this bright sunlight
I realized some things weren't the way that they should be

I put my feet into my shoes, which are old and dusty and 
I don't remember when they were ever clean
I ran around my town asking people for my purpose
And none of their answers seemed to fit alright

Come keep me at bay
Cause the world's spitting us all out one by one
And we've all sinned enough to know that we're gonna die someday

I've tried to be myself but I'm running low on health
To fight all those who tell me to be a certain way
Though I don't cry out my eyes every time that a stitch undoes itself
Cause nobody's gonna save you when can save yourself, darling

Even at a quarter after noon mothers are singing their babies 
Sugar sick sweet lullabies that I know all too well
Haven't you ever noticed the way that their voices crack 
When the child forgets the words and the tune stays with them alone?

Come keep me at bay
Cause the world's spitting us all out one by one
And we've all sinned enough to know that we're gonna die someday


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Small Boys Trains and Outlaws

There was  derelict old Steam engine, 
I  played on when I was ten,
I'd hear that lonesome whistle blow,
and the old west would live again,

I rode with Billy Miner's gang,
To rob The CPR,
Climbed onboard  that rusty engine,
hollering "Shorty,  check the baggage car!" 

I wonder if the ghost of ol' Bill Miner,
ever watched us at our play,
 Small boys re-enacting ,
a near forgotten day.

Forty years and more have passed...
I still hear that lonesome whistle blow 
My pony snorts impatiently ,
She knows it's time to go. 

"Pull up your masks and draw your pistols!"
We come around the engine at a run,
Three riders on fast horses,
flashing hooves and blazing gun.

That very same old engine,
I played on as a child,
Now hauls tourists back in time,
to when the West was wild.

Old railroad men and cowboys ,
re-enact a bygone day,
While the grinning ghost of Billy Miner,
watches us at play. 


 
 



 


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Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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I Gave You Right Back

I remember when you gave yourself to me,
But I gave you right back.
Because I couldn’t stop hurting you,
And I hated doing that.
I can’t be selfish as I wanna be,
and much as I need your touch.
I can’t have that follow me.
Enough just might be enough.

But love comes all the way back around,
I didn’t know you then and I don’t know you now.

Hearts beat,
Trust me,
I asked mine to stop beating aloud.
Tears are dreams,
That have to flee,
Cause they’d been cast out. 
And smiles speak,
Yours talks to me,
But I replied with a frown.
Cause I can’t keep this up,
Enough is now enough.
Don’t look for me I’m gone now.


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Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009



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For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze


I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown


A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass


For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray


For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat

Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat


From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.


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More Doors

I must sit down and turn around
 be mindful as I sit,
 
the reason you can't see my face
 is it's covered with your spit!
 
This gravy-train is quite insane
 I chew my food real good;
 
I have a way of saying things
 but I'm so, misunderstood!
 
It's alright, I'll be polite
 and say what's on my mind;
 
if negatives breed negatives
 I'll be the other kind.
 
With borrowed soap, I can't lose hope
 and air my cares outside;
 
if the time's not right and at this height,
 it'll be impossible to hide!
 
Tweedle-dee, and tweedle-dum
 no worries in the rain;
 
all my good and bad times
 end up going down the drain.
 
Seems to me my final plea
 won't say as much as yours;
 
my journey's almost over
 while you've still a lot more doors !


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Abandoned Homestead

I gave you shelter from the storm,
When it was cold I kept you warm,
From blazing sun I shade your day,
Stopped the wind from blowing you away.

I gave you comfort in the night,
Watched over you while you lay sleeping,
Through my windows shone the moonlight,
Became the mulga perfumes keeping.

Now I'm not wanted any more,
Dust builds up around my door,
There are no footsteps on my floor,
I'm not wanted anymore.

I'm not wanted anymore,
No one can hear me crying,
No one comes here anymore,
I'm not wanted anymore.

Pots and pans hung from my wall,
I loved your paintings in my hall,
Departed souls I helped you mourn,
I watched your babies being born,
Now there's no children running 'round,
I miss the smell of quandong jam,
Please come back I am your home,
It hurts so much to be alone.

Now I'm not wanted any more,
Dust builds up around my door,
There are no footsteps on my floor,
I'm not wanted anymore.


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddy Now Please Pray With Me

Daddy now, please pray with me,
for today I'm sailing stormy seas.
I know you say you're but a man,
who tries to live the Master's plan.

I'm weathering gray storms, except a few,
 and the turmoil would drown me, if not for you.
The wind is so strong, the waves are so high,
Tattered sails against the sky!

And I recall you telling me, 
of Jesus Christ,  Who calmed the seas.
And yes, small faith can the mountains move,
and how He died His love to prove.

So Daddy now, please pray with me,
to God's sweet Son, Who dwells in me.
For I am daughter of a man,
and weak at times and cannot stand
against these tides of shifting sands.

You say, "He's still upon His throne",
and with our prayers, I'm not alone!
And God is good and loves me still,
He will offer strength to swim these swells.

Oh Daddy now, please pray with me,
Some choices I made were not of Thee.
At times I've wandered and gone astray,
I feel somehow I've lost my way.

Tell me again my right hand he still holds, 
and how in heaven the streets are gold, and
once we're there no one is old because now 
Jesus holds my soul!

Daddy now please pray with me like when I 
was a child of three beside my bed on bended knees. 

And perhaps somehow these words I write, may move 
another to change their lives, for Jesus loves me this
I know and his blood has washed me white as snow. 

And when you've said "In Jesus Name" I feel brand 
new and not the same, so daddy now please pray with me
though I am grown and no longer three. 

He'll lift me up on wings of love and forgive me
of all the wrong's I'v done! Then I can drop my anchor
deep and mend white sails on peaceful seas!


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Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end 
I can barely subdue its subterfuge 
But here I am, 
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions

Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.

Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.

Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?


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Just One More Time

Let the ache of it slip away
Down your shoulders, past your waist
Just like back in time

Lay yourself down to unwind
Let me lay with you beside
Just like back in time

I see your eyes, they're always closed
Always dragging me so close
I'm like iron
You're like a magnet

You live like a novel
In another language
You live like a novel I can't read
Just give me one more time

I see the sun begin to set
I'm sure you haven't been satisfied yet
Just like back in time

It hurts to see those empty eyes
Staring back like I see mine
Just like back in time

I look inside to see you there
Digging pools to bury despair
And is it me?
Or is it you?

You live like you're broken
But that's through eyes of bias
I live to repair what isn't broken
Just give me one more time

I try to unravel your mind
Understand what I can't find
Just like back in time

I let the memories wash me clean
To erase the thoughts of what I've seen
Just like back in time

I try to learn what makes you you
To see why you act the way you do
But I learned it's tough
To accept differences

You live like you choose to
And I swear I'll love you
I'll live like I choose to and I ask
Just give me one more time


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Do you remember

Do you remember?
The summer
We sold strawberry tarts on the front wall
Tie dying our lives in the backyard
And the neighbours rolled their eyes
And we didn't care atall.

And it arrived like a freight train in April
And left like a mouse in September
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
And we kissed in the rain in October
We couldn't believe it was over
But it was over
Do you remember?

The summer
Our best friends were the bluebirds
Because they took us back to the sea-side
Where we ate ice-cream like it was water
Where we took our hearts right off our sleeves
Let them wash away in the tide

And it arrived like a freight train in April
And left like a mouse in September
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
And we kissed in the rain in October
We couldn't believe it was over
But it was over
Do you remember?

Kiss me like you did in October
We can pretend that it isn't over
Do you remember?
I know
that
you
remember.


Details | Epic | |

Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


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Juxtapose

I must be getting old,
beginning to hate the cold,
perhaps instinctively,subconsciously knowing
cold's connection to death,
I can hardly catch my breath,
smoking like a fiend
since I was fifteen,
knuckle enlarged and red,
the pounding in my head,
just wanting to take to my bed
but worried I might wake up dead,
sometimes I wake up confused, bemused
not knowing where I am
not recognizing the room
and feeling a sudden sense of doom
remembering the womb
and fearing the tomb...
one time I woke up and didn't
even know who I was:
complete amnesia for a few moments
some kind of mental seizure
my mind was blank as I wildly eyed the room
and tried and tried
to remember who-what-where,
a brief but horrific loss of my humanity,
a glimpse of pure insanity
heart gripping panic I won't soon forget
and yet...and yet
in my mind I am still young
while I try to reconcile the contrast between
that youth in my mind
with the passing of time
as I slowly slip my tongue
over the smooth gums
where once there were teeth
and the few I have left give me
nothing but grief
rotten and black
breaking in half
I spit out pieces that look like
they came from King Tut,
I keep my mouth shut
afraid to speak or smile
all the while
knowing the taste of death,
it's on my breath,
I grasp the depression that comes with age
and the impotence of elderly rage
and once again I see that child I once was,
blonde and tanned and running wild,
building castles on the beach,
skin hot and brown and hair sun-bleached,
my father carries me into the water,
gray haired man and tow-head daughter,
the surf is wild, churning 'round his legs
but his stride is true and brave
he lifts me me high above the waves
I hug his neck, he's in his prime
and now I wish I could turn back time
and stay there now and evermore
that endless summer at the shore
when I was five, or maybe four.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Letting My Hair Down

Settling down with a real good book
All safe and warm inside my reading nook

Watching time go by 
As well told stories arise

Tales of dragons lives
Heroes live and die
 
All in one simple look
Maidens love and cry

All here with-in a sigh
I laugh as I day dream about the time I took


Details | Lyric | |

The Russian Forest


The clean, cold brooks are running,

The foliage around is rustling,

Since childhood,

I have been betrothed to you

My loved Russian Forest!

You have been covered

with flowers or snow

Or with yellow leaves, but

Among maples,

Among fir-trees,

There is my secret house.

And if I had light joy

Or grief – melancholy with tears,

I came to you, my loved forest,

And bent to legs of the birches.

The coverlet of these girlfriend-brides were woven

from the most gentle threads of the sun

We are connected to you with one thread,

My favourite Russian Forest!

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Details | I do not know? | |

Kerosene

Winding road, set me free, 
 take me where I am supposed to be.
  See that flame? It calls to me,
   showing me, where I need to be.
   That flame I know, is Kerosene,
   just down the road within the trees.
  See that flag? It's mocking me, 
 tonight that flag meets Kerosene.
So follow me to this place I know,
believe me, I was born ready to go.
 I see you fall upon your knees,
  pray to your god to hear your dreams,
   what you've heard, ain't what it seems..
   We will stick with sin, and Kerosene.


Details | Cowboy | |

'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


Details | Lyric | |

You Never loved Me

Oftentimes I do confess
I would attest that you were the best
It appears that this was a delusion ,
Our love was just an illusion.

Your feelings seemed so intense
You didn't credit me with much common sense
How could I be so dense!

You brought me roses whenever we would meet,
I thought you were wonderful, kind and sweet
But you pulled the rug from under my feet.

I was your puppet and you my master,
I did not forsee impending disaster,
Your suit of armour didn't have achink
What was I to think?

I thought your terms of endearment were true,
I didn't have a clue
Until you left me for someone new.


Details | Lyric | |

Hidden Chapel

As we walk through the dense woods,
With trees like an endless hallway,
I suddenly see as we round the bend, this hidden chapel
I love it here.

With the sun making a hole through the woods,
The chapel was like an actor in the spotlight, vying for attention.
Then.... we go inside, this hidden chapel,
I love it here.

We pray to God for help and forgiveness,
And birds chirp quietly, far away.
I often wonder "How long has this chapel been here?"
I love it here.

Inside it smells unused, like no one has been here for at least 20 years.
The tile, which covers the once wooden floor, is as pale as an elephant's tusk.
Stained glass throws rainbows across the floor,
Uneven, grey stones make up the walls of this hidden chapel.
I love it here.

The tan color of the pews that are in uneven rows does not match the dark ceiling.
And music plays over the radio, the voice singing
"It's something deep within/ It's just beneath the skin/ I must confess that I feel like 
a monster!"
And we sing along, in this hidden chapel.
I love it here.

I love this place,
That is beautiful in it's own way.
This hidden chapel.
I love it here.

<3


Details | Lyric | |

brick laden air

Brick laden air, choking breath. Red heart rent by whispers carrying your voice
Chameleon colored leaves dropping dew
Fragrant warm wind breathed on the nape of your neck
Ululations fondled, pedophilic fires lit in your loins
Disasters renewed, 
Frogs trill with longing they have my voice.


Details | Lyric | |

My Resurrection

Confusion in my head 
From beginning to end 
Passion of the heart 
Again I start 
Over and over 
Games of art 
Pain inside 
Rips me apart 
Circles,cirlces,circles 
That's my life 
No beginning 
No end in sight 
Whos in the mirror? 
I don't recognize them... 
Puts me in fear 
My resurrection begins here 

July 11th, 2008


Details | Lyric | |

Anticipation

Anticipation:
Eagerly wanting to see you again
~ To feel you.
Desire sparks passion burning deep.

A longing:
Aching to touch you
~ To kiss you.
To love you.

And when I close my eyes it all rushes back
~ And you’re here
Holding me.

And forever (heaven?)
Seems only a breath away.


Details | Lyric | |

It's my life

Stars emerged; Darkness disembarked;
Thinking about Nostalgic  moments;
Thoughts prevailing,
Mulled over on  blunders made;
Tittering  on the  admirable deeds;
I know I can’t  return to amend them; 
Yes, All is an experience,
Take life the way it comes
Learn from the experiences,
Beautiful is our  lives,
Life that teaches you innumerable things,
Various facets of life,
Various stance towards life;
The good and the bad,
After all, it’s our life;
Life full of ups and downs;
After all you have one life,
Live it up!!! 


Details | I do not know? | |

with thanks to Don Henley

with thanks to Don Henley...

...an echo of her laugh

whispers past

a simple joy, a gentle breeze

of quiet reflection that can never last

the fleeting innocence once drifting along

then disappearing into the notes of that Don Henley song

the end, he sang, of the innocence once felt

of days and of nights of serene peace

gone forever now, 

for into the night's void everything must eventually melt

though the memories and the thoughts 

and the echoes of her whispers

settled this gypsy heart, putting it at ease

but that's all long gone now

even though the echoes of her whispers

seem never to cease...


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 | Lyric | |

Find the Strength to Say Goodbye - Losing My Train of Thought

Lost in a sugar-coated lullaby
Lost in a bloody reverie…
Losing control…I lost my train of thought
Watch out – I will hunt you down like game…I’ll watch you rot
But, I will remain downright distraught
I yawn non-stop
As I awaken from my solitary cave… 
You’re sleeping beneath the surface – you are unique and brave
You are beautiful and strong
You are sharp and headstrong
I want you to know that I love you so…
I want you to reap what you sow…
Reap what you sow, you know?

Chorus: You are my saving grace You traced tranquility on my lips Behind closed doors, there are secrets to unfold Find your way out of your own maze You can’t save me this time Find the energy to run the extra mile Find the strength to say goodbye sooner or later Later for now…let me sway away…let me flutter away Think on me…think of me… Believe in me…reflect on me…
You’re sleeping beneath the surface I owe you an apology? You say ‘sorry’ first – say it to my face I must be dreaming – pinch me please… Put my worrisome, saddened soul and anxious heart at ease But, no one can mend these scars from deep within… I’m falling victim to this one hideous sin…. But, you make me feel great day in and day out (I feel no regret…I don’t feel all that upset) Please don’t stop the rhythm of our hearts, beating as one…where have you been? We belong with each other…we were meant for each other no doubt (my mind’s not piling up with excessive debt) Where are you going? Are you drowning in your pain? Do you wish to drive it all away? Do you just wish you could make it disappear out of nowhere? I long for the Lord’s accord – someday, that day will come and repair our heartbroken hearts that once consumed dismay and wept with frustration and disarray


Details | Lyric | |

Sweating Music, By Ronald S Porter

the music is sweating in the room strings and reeds bump and grind slow-dragging dancers entwine oh the fruit is ripe upon the vine and the wine of love and laughter a mingled vintage- joy and tears now are drunk down to the dregs then another round is poured urgency prowls the crowd's periphery everybody waiting for... nobody knows but we'll pitch a fit when it gets here some might even shed some clothes desire is straining in the room lust sniffs around like an old hound trying to catch the scent, purposed to pick up the trail hunting money, hunting magic hunting comfort, hunting tail sweaty music sound still coming down where are soft arms that hold tight warm lips to lie that it's all right? night turns like a page in a book the guitar player throws out a hook and sweating music command us look for when the morning shall come


Details | Lyric | |

Boarding School

When I recall the good old days at school,
I marvel our mood at the times we stood,
Sometimes at noon, in line or loop, 
Or simply too, be part of the brood

Indeed for food, we'd be in a jolly mood,
Hailing a croon with plate, fork and spoon.
Sometimes we'd be good and use the broom,
To clean the rooms or do a scoop.

Sure, for a boon we'd weed ‘round the coop,
And as a boost we'd get the soup.
In time of book we'd find the moot,
Many times too we'd just keep our cool.

As I recall the good days at school,
Oh! How I wish, I could relive a loop,
Once more but soon, yes very soon
Those olden days of splendid boyhood


Details | Lyric | |

The Songs in Level 2

Jingle... jingle jingle,
jingle
The man is black,
jingle jingle
Black as coal,
jingle jingle,
The woman is white ,
jingle jingle,
The colour of our floor,
jingle jingle,
Holding their hands,
jingle jingle,
In symptoms of love,
jingle jingle,
Of defiance,
jingle jingle,

Jingle… jingle jingle,
jingle, 
We are children,
jingle jingle,
Of lost races,
jingle jingle,
Of lost continents,
jingle jingle,
Amorphous cultures,
jingle jingle,
Hybrid vernaculars,
jingle jingle,
Our mothers defied,
jingle jingle,
The ways of grandma,
jingle jingle,
Grandma cries,
jingle jingle,
Eeeeeh! Eh! Eh!
jingle jingle,
My children are lost,
In the 21st Century,
Aaaaaaaaaah!

©Muthoka Jacob, June 2012.

This poem is a cry over lost identities in the crave for modernity. Sorry in case it stings.


Details | Lyric | |

ON SUCH A SNOWY EVENING

On such a snowy evening
When cold wind makes everyone shudder
And numbs senses with its fang,
The ever-warm heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When trees shed dry leaves like tear
And melodious birds stop singing,
The ever-green heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone sinks in sleepy snow-layer
And life becomes tiresome and boring,
The ever-awake heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone alienates from each other
And the hateful death roams to sting,
The ever-loving heart remembers her


Details | Lyric | |

Early April

The road comes to an end.
As I come around the bend, I see them.
Grouped and colorful, the hue of early April.
It was my cue to meet someone new.
Who was there that day?
What cars passed as I made my way?
Could anyone see our first embrace?
Such grace exceeds through my mind
Contoured, confound
For me this is pure phenomenon 
For you this is just another way to say
“Hey, you met someone new today”
But no, I hoard these memories with great passion 
Without a train of thought
I can remember what happened 
And oh, the smells
The smells tell the story 
A tale of a boy with no worries
Not a want in the world
Caught at the right time
 What he got:  Love for a lifetime. 


Details | ABC | |

The Night and Her Ways/Lost Under The Sun

there is a moon,
shining all alone
under all seas looming side to cloud
fall in our night and wait for the one who makes
slip in the prowl
the beasts hold night at growl
howling their sorrows
move midnight forever is tomorrow
come to our dark we run deep in the dusk
trust your lost soul while wait here for the sun

trust your yearning haven safely break
grey sky a-standing
standing far astray

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun 
lost under the sun

there is a place
marble floor and blue
there is a space 
that was meant for what was you
summer now white a different sort of lone
cold in our skin deeps
looking towards our glow

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun


Details | Rhyme | |

Those bygone days - Original By Rabindranath Tagore

Do you want to forget the facts of those bygone days?
We saw those days with our own eyes – there was love always!

Come; please come one more time sweetheart in my heart!
Let’s talk about our joy and grief part by part!

We used to pick flowers and rock in cradle!
We sang playing flute all that we need to tell!

Then our separation; we lost each other!
But we have met again, darling come closer.


Details | Lyric | |

CHRISTMAS ON CHAMPS ELYSEES Monsieur L'Vampyre

........CHRISTMAS ON CHAMPS ELYSEES
This night of mass, I still recall
the thing we had--dare I suggest,
if it was love, how we did fall?
For just a while, our lives were blessed
........Now Christmas on Champs Elysees
.........is not the same, in any way.

The lights reflecting on the Seine
have lost a little of their glow
I still walk there, but only when
there's no one with me I should know;
........and never since have I gone to
.........that small cafe, where I met you.

'twould be too much for me to bear
I'd have to face reality
accepting you would not be there
and put to rest your memory
......but now each Christmas I can feel
......the warmth of you, it's almost real.

And so this night, so warm and mild
I'll not forget the love of you
but celebrate the Jesus child
the way we used to do.
......and light a Candle Christmas Eve
.......though you have died, I still believe.
© ron wilson


Details | Lyric | |

RAIN


Muddy body,
slimy spirit
and my wet vision doesn't identify you near.

All my fresh is drenched with water.
All my soul is imortally drowned.

(You will not come as usual, it's clear.)

Days of dryness.
Days of wild heats.
and many of harsh heart beats.

Days of atrocious storms.
Days when I born
and some when I die 
(that I feel myself aside)

And there are days I'm out of bounds...

But when you don't hear my claim,
and when you are not even around,
These are the days
when I always rain.

Patricia Evans


Details | Rhyme | |

O those colorful old days - Original by Rabindranath Tagore

Those days have left my gold cage
O those colorful old days
They have untied knots of 
Pain and joy in so many ways
O those colorful old days!

They will learn the craft of 
Writing songs from my soul –
It was their intention 
I know it was their goal! 
Without saying a word at this stage 
They all have flown away in their ways!
O those colorful old days!

I dream, they are roaming 
Around my broken cage
For someone of those days
For someone I can guess.
O those colorful old days!

Is this pain for nothing!
Are they birds of shadow?
Haven’t they flapped their wings? 
I have heard sound, I know!
Without saying a word at this stage 
They all have flown away in their ways!
O those colorful old days!


Details | Free verse | |

ISEYIN

Aranmo laso Iseyin ni ohunso
Aso ti aro olowo faramo olowo

Iseyin
of harried hills and skyscaping rocks
of humming hurricane and haughty harmattan
of succulent virgins and tasty lasses
of fearless fighters and valiant warriors
whose pock-marked faces tell tales of
changing seasons and fading ethos

Iseyin oro
your looms weave history of a thousand wars 
and countless strifes:
a kaleidoscope of sweat and blood
of bellowing ewiri and clanging steel
that power rippling biceps on virgin plots
and drape distant hills with a curtain of  lush green
of rippening grain and swollen roots 
that taunt and fatten western mind

Iseyin ebedi moko
where conscripted corps rouse sleepy road 
mouthing patriotic choruses with con-fidence
under the shun or in the st-rain 
of howling bigles and snarling commandants
between rationed meals and bedless sheets
educated urchins recarve stunted dreams and 
swap affections under the blessing of  a passionate moon;
culred in a fraternity of lust

Iseyin
at sunset 
a million pestles beat doughy rhythm to
the drum of seasonless soup and 
fumes of fermented wine
At night 
shakabula cast eerie silhouette of 
compromising customs and daring smugglers
every hut,a garage
every house ,a warehouse
every trail,an artery for the systemic draining of 
 a giang dwarf
Iseyin oh Iseyin
so benign your sonorous throat spurn 
loric tales of crushing contradictions and 
mesmerising oddities


Details | Lyric | |

Alone

I hear sounds 
i see people passing by 
and cars flashing past 
the window 
I am alone 
But not entirely alone 
for in my mind i see 
wave upon wave of memories 
crowding the shore of my reality 


Details | Rhyme | |

The game of love

The game of love that I played
I was unfair all the way
I won your heart and broke it
Like a poor toy made of clay
Now I long for you today
When my hairs have become gray

Now I understand all the truth
I wasted all my precious youth
I made mistake in the first place
My whole life is now in a mess
Now I long for you today
When my hairs have become gray

Now we are oceans apart
All the girls now break my heart

Now I know what you mean to me
So I cry for my destiny
Now I have lost life’s joy and charms
Now I long for your tender arms
Now I long for you today
When my hairs have become gray


Details | Lyric | |

Mama, it is raining

Mama, it is raining, do you hear
There is no clothes wetting on the line
And leaking roof for me to repair

But I would yield all this dry of mine
If you were still, if you were still here
It would repair my peace of mind

To see the coals glow red with your breath
And smell the vapor of evening supper
The garnished fish and the mouth all wet

The bended knees and long solemn prayer
The sky as a vase with evening and sunset
Mama, memory fulls me now more than dinner


Details | Lyric | |

Dream Big

~ Dream Big ~ It is hard to believe Sixteen years have passed Since the day you were born A bundle of joy The apple of your Dad’s eyes Your Mom’s little princess Her baby girl I knew it then and I know it now You are special Always will be The sky has no limit Neither does the Stars, Sun or Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Over the years you have grown Into a beautiful young lady Full of love Compassion and Kindness I love you so very much The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Here is to you One of the most beautiful girls I the world While some may say I am partial to you I know it is true Just keep being you The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ It’s your sweet sixteen However nothing is as sweet as you I love you so much I love you like my own You will always be The apple of your Daddy’s eyes Your Mom’s little princess Her baby girl Yet you are growing up so quick I wish nothing but the best for you I believe in you The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Happy Birthday Michelle Love Aunt Jean


Details | Lyric | |

The open world in lonesomeness


The lonely tides of indigo sea,
Bitter and  sweet; ocean breeze,
Flowing beyond the sleeping horizon.
Sunlight, a fading gloom,
Twilight, soon, appears in the  sad sky.
A journey alone, a journey far,
The ocean whispers its memory
To the auburn clouds,above
As it drifts into the endless  period of darkness.


Details | Lyric | |

I Remember

I remember looking into your eyes,
Choking on the word "Goodbye".
So I think about the better days.
I think back on all the ways
We used to get in trouble and
The things we did to cause it. Then
I remember looking into your eyes,
Choking on the word "Goodbye".
I stop and take a second.
I take a deep breath and try to forget it.
So I turn the radio on,
And the first thing I hear is our song.
I remember looking into your eyes,
Choking on the word "Goodbye".
I realize smiling tonight is hopeless,
So I lay in bed and let my tears drown this.


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On this day of spring Original By Rabindranath Tagore

So many flowers bloom 
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring

My friend’s heart is as soft
As a little flower
Whose negligence makes it 
So terribly suffer
Why do you come to her
And try to make her laugh
The one who used to come
Now doesn’t care enough

So many flowers bloom 
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring

God please keep the happy
People always happy
And let the Spring season 
Of joy pass by smoothly
God don’t let the happy 
People see her in tears
Since they overlook her
And want to live in cheers

So many flowers bloom 
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring


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Salem Time

Days of your youth are long gone, yet some things take us back . . .
Memories impressed forever like leaves in a book, 
In our mind's silent track.

A cottage was our home for a week, when our parents got the time . . .
It was another world which opened for us,
As we got away from the city's bustle and grime.

We slept upstairs; the attic was warm, as so was the woodburning stove . . . 
Breakfast was pancakes, eggs, and sausage,
Prepared with the salt of our parents' love.

The rooms were few but airy, outside was where we wanted to be . . . 
For this was our special playland place,
Amidst the trees, birds, and humming bees.

The lake, the sand, the pier so old; a swim in the water's deep blue . . .
Remembering the badminton and volleyball games,
And who tried to outscore who.

Having to walk back on the dark and lonely road at night . . .
From the fish fry, in our festive summer shorts,
Making our way to the cottage, by the beam of an old flashlight.

Those days of youth were filled with fun; carefree days of love and rhyme . . .
Though we are young no longer, we keep treasured memories,
Only in Salem Time.


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The Girl In White Shorts

     THE GIRL IN WHITE SHORTS
See that girl?
The one in the white shorts?
The one who looks so good it hurts?
She is why you left home one day
years ago
and there she is again
after all these years
after all these fears
after all these tears
she hasn't changed a bit
and she is why they still make white shorts
the same old way.


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Shallow Waters

The heart is a fragile gift;

When it is broken, it can never be fully fixed,

And everytime it becomes whole again,

We cannot help but wonder when

It will fall to pieces once more.

Something precious hides in the core,

Solitude will protect its holes;

No way out unless we crawl,

Then once again we find a fault

That will turn the valleys winter cold;

Like a shadow, it haunts us. Torment

Bleeds our soul; alters the scent;

Hurts the body; controls the mind.

It forces us to cross the line

Into what is false and deceitful;

Where shallow waters drown the fool

That dared to break a heart in two.


Details | Cowboy | |

WILD STICKHORSE REMUDA

   Ponytails and blue jeans 
Sat at Papaw's knee, 
Watching as he whittled 
On old branches from a tree. 
    And while he talked of cowboys 
And big old Texas ranches, 
He trimmed away the rough spots, 
While I dreamed of pony dances. 

     A wild stick horse remuda 
Began to run and play,
With every loving stroke,  
As he peeled the bark away.
     Using his "Old Timer"  
And carving in my brand, 
The best that he could find
And cut and shape with his own hand. 

     Now, each one of them was special,
And I felt I was too, 
As they kicked up dust behind 
This cowgirl buckaroo. 
     With reins of pink hair ribbon, 
Shoe strings and baling twine, 
There was "Buckin' Birch" and "Oakie," 
And "Ole Sticky" made of pine, 

     "Sassafras," and "Blackjack," 
"Willow," "Blaze," and "Scat," 
I never did corral 'em -- 
I just left 'em where they sat. 
     But next mornin', on the front porch, 
'stead of roamin' wild and free, 
They'd found their hitchin' rail, 
‘cause Papaw lined 'em up for me. 
  
     Along our trails together 
There were many lessons learned, 
Like bein' a cowboy through and through 
Is something that you earn 
     We'd partner up together, 
And team up in cahoots,
Once he defied my Mama,
Bought me red cowboy boots. 

     And often, when I wondered 
What to do on down the road, 
He'd always tell me, "little girl, 
When you get there you will know," 
     Sometimes you have to let things go, 
Sometimes you stand and fight, 
And anything worth doin', 
Is still worth doin' right. 

     With my wild stick horse remuda, 
We rode the range for miles, 
I knew I'd won my Papaw's heart 
By the way he'd laugh and smile, 
     I still have his sweat-stained Stetson, 
His boots, and his old knife, 
Sometimes I take them out 
Just to measure up my life. 
      
     And hold him closer to my heart, 
And know I have to try, 
To live up to the honor 
Of the wonder-days gone by. 
     On my stick horse remuda,
I learned the cowboy way, 
I’d give up everything I own 
To ride with him today. 

    My wild stick horse remuda 
Was quite the varied band, 
Born and bred with me in mind 
And trained by his own hand. 
     I’m longing for the legends, 
And the way we used to roam, 
With my wild stick horse remuda, 
And the man that we called "Home." 



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Dead Butterflies

Our passion encompasses us
floating, dancing, spinning, twirling
to resist would be like trying to hold
the ocean with a spoon
As I pull you into me
my curves fit you like a lost piece
You capture me with
your candy kisses
bringing my dead butterflies to life
with a simple touch
Let me lay with you, dream with you
Leave our troubles behind for one night
we can suffer tomorrow


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Involuntary Release

Remember those days?
When you though I’d let go
Of the love that I had found
In you, I believed in myself;
The dreams that made me smile
Continue to befall upon my conscience.

Then, suddenly, we were lost;
No map for the memories
We kept for each other;
It is gone but
Why does forever last so long?
It doesn't seem to exist anymore.

A sight not to be seen
By sore hearts that silently
Cry in the night;
Remember those days
When we used to act 
The pages of our lives?
So pure in our thoughts
But never perfect.

So when can we see
The broken shards fly
Out of existence, once more;
It used to be so easy
Leaving the bygones in refuge;
The logics are befuddled by
The wondering mind working overtime
To save the strays of justice.

What momentary gesture 
Lurks behind those orbs of emotion?
Is it too hard to ask
To contain the rabid fear
Maddening the black lies, forlorn;
Throw away the forsaken gratitude
Of a happy life now morbid.

Here, take it back;
No more, no lack
Of intimacy shall cut
Through the skin sewn shut.
You were a fever
Destined to haunt forever
The tidings of my heart.
Lest I tear you apart,
I will remain
Bound by your chain,
Condemned by the both of us.


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When The Days Come To An End

I think about our first kiss
The gentleness of your lips
Oh how I wish you could be mine
I was ready but I know it isn’t your time
And I’m fine with us being friends
But to tell the truth when the days come to an end
I sit and think what ifs’ of if you were my companion
I may act like I’m cool
But if you ever notice I still cant take my eyes off of you
I’m so captivated I don’t know what to do
I try to get you off my mind
But every time I see a rose there my mind goes
And I picture your smile
I hear your laugh and see stars in your eyes
I can’t lie its been a while since I felt like this
I just cant help it
But I got to control myself incase of the big what if
Like what if you one day you say, Brian lets do this…
Best believe I’ll have you falling in love with me

MAR '12
B.K.M.jr


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The Night Terror

The phasing of my nightmares
Through to conscious time
Has stolen my last dreamscape
As this child screams inside

My creations always singing
Of the fear that still hides
Behind incentive’s reason
To pretend I didn’t die

This place without a meaning
Dressed in ashen love
Locking up its history
And mopping up my blood

The burning of my nightmares
Into this black hole
Reveals the bold reflection
Of the horrors in my soul

I’ve shaped my own existence
Using broken hearts
The red abyss now laid before me
Is everything I am so far

The truth is all around me
The night terror took my dreams
This child is now a monster
And alone I need to feed


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5000 Miles [blue suitcase version]

I knew the day when I saw the sun shining through the rain
And I pulled my blue suitcase out of the closet
Searching for some sweet way to say good-bye to you and me

After such a long month of vague wanderings
I'm ready to bid farewell to this and that
Quietly, my heart starts to hurt a little bit more
But it's time for me to start my journey
I'm sure now that what I'm searching for isn't here...

"Take your time, but I can't wait anymore."

There's 5000 miles between me and my home
I hope the wind will answer me and lead the way 
Because this life is too precious to spend
Just trying not to disappoint you
I'm going to walk 5000 miles to find my place
Maybe when I'm there, I'll send you a postcard

I took your sentimental smiles and teary-eyed confession and silly good-byes
And packed them into my suitcase right next to my favorite dress
I'm trying to promise you that we'll never have this kind of pain again.

There are so many people at the train station
That it scares me just a little bit
I feel like laughing and taking a picture for you
These tiny memories will be my treasure
Like you and me, I think someday you'll remember and smile.

"Take your time, is what they say, but I can't wait anymore."

There's 5000 miles between me and precious person
I hope that person will answer me and take my hand
Because this life is too short for me just to
Spend all my time worrying about your happiness
I'm going to walk 5000 miles to find my person
Maybe I'll send you pictures from our photobooth.

I won't forget you and I won't forget me
Like that tender feeling I could never grasp.
I won't forget the appartment that faced the forest
Or the wish that led me here or the dusty pianio
Now we lay our feelings to rest and separate.

For that place I'm looking for, for that person I'm praying for
I'll walk 5000 miles, dragging my blue suitcase along
Even if no one understands and everyone hates me for it
There's only one wish I want granted, it's the song stuck in head
I can't stop until that place; hold that person...

There's 5000 miles between me and my destination
The tears that fell on the southbound train become
My promise that this is the last time my selfishness will hurt you
One step at a time, I'm singing the song that's stuck in my head
I'll make a photo album for you, maybe I'll even send it.

I believe that you will find what you're looking for.


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REMINISCENCE

Swirling, raindrops fall on glassy windowpanes,
Then dribbles and shrinks into countless pieces.
My life is scattered too into such floating veins,
Packed with memories in stanzas, lines, phrases.

Once in that woodland, in that mountain I sank
In desire, in ecstasy and in cries of numb heart.
Stirred, I sang my lyrical life on that riverbank
Where floats my emotions, my foremost part.

Thoughts aroused like sea waves that shrink
And left a scratch on those arid white leaves
With damp trunk’s pencil and emotion’s ink.
My heart gathers reminiscences in beehives.


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Simply Too

Choke down another cigarette
Just like the taste of your lips
Break down another bottle
Just to make you disappear

Shadows and imprints are all that remain
Of what used to be a future kept in the past

Change the channel
Blink passed the picture
Desolate soul, anguished heart
So, let's tease a little more

Shadows and imprints are all that remain
Of what used to be a future kept in the past

So much time wasted
So much love hated
So many lies displayed for truth
So sorry, so sorry

But shadows and imprints are all that remain
Of what you said was a future you kept in the past


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Big Sister

If her pain serves to please you
She is all out of words
If her joy won’t amuse you
Her trust will be reserved
She’s begun to realise
That she’s not all at fault
Deep beneath those hate-filled words
She sees your true revolt

Oh such verbal skill you have
Howls harsh reality
As deep beneath the silence
Screams your veracity
Buried ashes of someone
Who hasn’t even wilted
She’s still alive, so don’t give up
Connections are just jilted

Wade through the stupidity
of your churlish stubborn ways
That negative energy
To get you through the days
Rummage for responses
Slave labour you can keep
Contagious as those bitter words
Adrenaline pumps deep

Pull in those reigns that haunt you
Take off your amour now
Bite your nails down to the quick
This hurt you should allow
Be sorry, please recognise
All those wasted chances
Now they’re gone, and it’s too late
All-in wicked glances
Comments shoot straight to the bone
Leave scars the blades so sharp
Immune to those words she’s known
Leave pin pricks in her heart

To peel away in the heat
Leave her raw and exposed
Naked, pour out empty threats
Words are super imposed
Skin etches out the journey
Grows each autumn and spring
Overbearing bitterness 
Twisted comments brewing
You will not admit but some days you miss her
Your partner in crime, your big sister


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River Dance

Take me back to the River,
  To a riverboat ride at night,
Moonlight dancing on the water -
  Glistening diamonds in the light.

Take me back to the River,
  To the brilliant desert sky,
A prism of colors dance at dusk -
  So breathtaking to the eye.

Take me back to the River,
  Ducklings swimming to and fro, 
Water lapping at the shore
  With nowhere else to go. 

Take me back to the River,
  To the romance of the night,
Music whispered soft and low – 
  To the arms that held me tight.

Take me back to the River,
  Let my beloved always be there,
Keep love warm with anticipation –
  Keep the promise two hearts share.




Details | I do not know? | |

The Ballad Of Dan Lowe

Chorus:                River pronounced Key-yip-pa-ha

Keya Paha River
Keya Paha River
Keya Paha River
The home of Dan Lowe's dream.

Narration:

When a cowboy's day is over,
And the campfire's burning bright,
We can see Dan sit and wonder,
What will spoil his sleep tonight.

Will a stampede caused by lightening,
Cracking high above their heads,
Rout him from his bed roll,
To run the race with death?

Or will the night be peaceful,
With the cattle singing low,
And Whip-poor Wills calling,
To the Mocking birds below?

Dreaming of his sweetheart,
And days that are to come,
Of the pretty little ranch,
They will settle on and run.

Down by the old Keya Paha,
With the rolling hills of green,
Where the springs are soft and gentle,
The winters hard and mean.

In summer how they sweat and slave,
To get in winter feed,
And stand by helplessly and watch,
Fire work it's deadly deed.

With calving time and branding time,
When northers fiercely blow,
They stand and watch together,
As their family starts to grow.

Then suddenly it happened,
That dreaded thundering sound,
We scrambled from our bed rolls,
And raced for higher ground.

Cut off from our horses,
It was our only chance,
I made a leap and hung on tight,
The herd was coming fast.

Flashing horns! Flying hooves!
Hot breath and eyes that glare,
Choking dust, frightened screams,
The smell of sweaty hair.

Quickly, it was over,
And stunned we gathered there,
Tom and Joe, Dick and Bill,
With thoughts we didn't dare.

When we all had wandered in,
We each knew at a glance,
The dream that we had listened to,
Would never come to pass.

It is a mystery how it happened,
And why it took Dan Lowe,
But each of us hold in our heart,
A dream that turned to gold.

When a cowboy's day is over,
And the campfire's burning bright,
We can see Dan sit and wonder,
What will spoil his sleep tonight.

Chorus:

                      Cile Beer

written l975


Details | Lyric | |

I Remember the Rose

For most, a rose is romance.
A rose is the passion within -
The forgiving flower.
The tenderness that is, pure love.
But not to me.
A rose to me is sadness,
It’s essence and it’s scent,  
I recall a painful memory -
A lonely reminder of a woman,
I never got to meet.
It’s velvet beauty surrounded her,
So pale and still she lay
My grandma.
I recall my father’s face;
The first time I ever seen him cry.
On his knees by his mother -
At her coffin.
So when I smell a rose’s love,
In retrospect, I think I understand
The beauty and the essence it demands.
For it was the rose that I remember -
and I think about her quiet face,
My Nana, 
the gentle rose
The woman that brought my father
to his knees.


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' The Baby-Talk Song ...'

‘ The  Baby-Talk  Song … ’


It’s Been 30 Years Ago …
But the Memories are Starting To Flow
Going Thru These Newborn Clothes …
Oh … How Fast Children Grow

You Were A Beautiful – Baby Boy !
That Teething Cat, was Your Favorite Toy
You Were Precious to Your Dad and Me
As Was Your First Words … in The Nursery
goo-goo  ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo  ga-ga    Ma-Ma

We Tried to Get You to Say It Again
So We Could Bragg to All Our Friends
You Were The Apple of Our Eyes
Going:   goo-goo   ga-ga

We Loved to Hear Your Baby-Talk
Especially … at Your First Baby-Walk
Going:     goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

… Laughter; Tears
Curiosity or Fears …
Always, Tell Us What You’re Trying To Say

… New Things; Mistakes
Triumphs or Heartaches
We Just Love To Hear You Anyway …
Ever Since:   goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

When ol’ Burke, was Put to Sleep
You were so Hurt, You wouldn’t Speak
I Said:  ‘Don’t Be Afraid To Cry …
‘Cause I’m … goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

And The First Time You Came Home High
Hanging with the Wrong High-School Guys
Daddy Explained, it to You Best …
He Helped You Get Out of Your … Mess
He wasn’t Shame and Here’s Why …
‘Cause He’s …  goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da

Laughter; Tears
Curiosity or Fears
Always Tell Us What You’re Trying To Say …

New Things; Mistakes
Triumphs or Heartaches
We Just Love To Hear You Anyway …
Ever Since …  goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

… Pa Took Pictures of Bride and Groom
You Held Her, Like Your First Baby-Spoon !
… Now, Today … Our Family Gathers ‘Round
Overjoyed … At Your Baby’s Sounds …

goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma
goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma


for: ('Great' Aunt –(smile) Carolyn Devonshire… 
Who just told me she’s doing 
Baby-Care Duty for Newborn in Family
A Precious Time Indeed
… I Dug This One Out (smile)

                 MoonBee


Details | Terza Rima | |

WHY BE LESS BEAUTIFUL AND DESIRABLE?

Before flowers and hugs made you happy,
and every evening you waited for my arrival,
and lovingly asked me, " How was your day, darling? "



Your old age age doesn't have those thrills anymore as when life was yours;
today, vanished is that radiant face: now, it only shows ugly spots and wrinkles...
a curse of the flesh, and no tenderness can console you for that tragic loss!
   


Why be less beautiful and desirable?
no woman ever loses her unique beauty, it is alive in her admirer's memory;   
it's in the tender words she speaks to her captured man, who changed her destiny!



Sweetheart, accept my yellow roses with the same joy you demonstrated yesterday;
never doubt my faithfulness, and whisper to yourself, " He loves me not! "
Try to smile...and instantly you will look much younger than you ever felt! 
  


Why be less beautiful and desirable?
We sealed our fate with the oath of fidelity, giving life to a promise never to be broken;
our sky was of the deepest blue and no other dream ever compared to that one!


Cpyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Over Color Desert

From the crystals’ broken of lights
Or dead link-the souls’ marines 
By machine pip-out targeting apical  
Snares by the roads — 
Through of demolishing the tools that		
Throve flats up for peace  . . . 
It took the leash by the saw
The gloss of the desert thy help
In confront, any wakeful dream up
Watchfully rolls been fielding — 
By mindful fields, the gloss that regrets
Of course a soul it’s matter,
The hero-the weapon 
In avail words of freedom
And carry it clearly over the esteem
By gloss of the desert! 
In peace thou insures of earth.

                     


Details | Rhyme | |

Baby I cant forget you

Baby I can’t forget your face
Baby I can’t forget your grace.

Baby I can’t forget your smiles
I can’t forget your sexy styles.

Baby I can’t forget your eyes
I can’t forget our fruitless tries.

Baby it’s just cause and effect
We are like iron and magnet.


Details | Lyric | |

The Top

Honesty
Can't you see
I lied again
Against your whim
Following I keep on following
As you lead the way
My lowest friend
How we meet again

Oh yeah
Oh no
Oh yeah
Oh no

It's the top see baby
Surely you're not all alone
Safe baby
The place that you call your home
Front seat baby
Maybe I'm lost
I don't trust a thought 
And i think to much oh come on
Come on come on say maybe
Come on  come on see baby
Come on come on say maybe
Yeah baby come on

I betrayed
You and me
I messed up again
Lost another good friend
Stop pushing I can't stop pushing
Down on all your walls
Till your broken again
To severe to mend

Oh yeah...etc

It's the top see baby...etc

Trusting me 
You're naive
Where do i begin
Starting from the end
Selfishly I keep on running and
Don't forget my name
I'm sorry again
All the words I spent

(I am still working on it)


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I will never forget you

Your so beautiful hair
Your those black gorgeous eyes
Your those lipstick painted lips
Babe I will never forget!

Your those gestures of lips
Your those magnetic smiles
Belas in your braid of hair
Babe I will never forget!

Those opportunities
Your those attractive looks
Your those sittings beside me
Babe I will never forget!

Languages of your eyes
The giggle from your heart
And the way you robbed my mind
Babe I will never forget!


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Midnight Lily

When we are all alone
when we don’t know where to go
we need to overcome
the feet that trample us to the ground
 
Some will persist to stay
others will fall for everything
if they don’t stand for anything
 
if you live for me
I’ll always live
and if u die for me
I’ll live everyday for you
 
Midnight lily; you are trampled underneath
as they watch and stare
waiting for a passion something to let you live
come and see what you have
come and see what you have is me
 
if you hold on now more will come
…they promise you
but if you always hold on
love can be true
leaf turns to leaf
live it when you can
 
We all fall into grief
 not all the same
lets be strong and rise again
show them whom you are
mortal
 
if you live for me
I’ll always live
and if u die for me
I’ll live everyday for you
 
Midnight lily; you are trampled underneath
as they watch and stare
waiting for a passion something to let you live
come and see what you have
come and see what you have is me
 
if you live for me
I’ll always live
and if u die for me
I’ll live everyday for you
 
Midnight lily; you are trampled underneath
as they watch and stare
waiting for a passion something to let you live
come and see what you have
come and see what you have is me
 
it seems to get harder
everyday
but happy can’t be happy
without sorrow


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A WISH GRANTED

They will surely bloom in late May,
or at the beginning of warm June
to attract the lover and the poet 
who write down their loveliest thought;
and with butterflies descending as a balloon,
a  happy mockingbird's melody will begin
to offer us another lovely day! 


They'll attempt to conquer them...
with a song never sung before by them;
you see, its not just us who dream of fervent passion,
who have a longing for things of greater dimension!


These lovely small roses' buds
eg for rain...God hears them; and rain falls
on them pelting to grant their wish to grow...
and looking around there's nothing but love!


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Mental Masochism

Welcome to the old you Hello, Hello, Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone Yet we still follow the old Path Where empathy kills And the Sympathy we find is another Lie You were born to deceive A puppet-master of emotion Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Exchange pleasure for pain It's all coming t you The facade of Joy falls again Violet Hearts crush easy Your Pain you don't Want this Your Sorrow, You Want This Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold?


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Soup And Brain Salad

No, Shar, I'd never heard of it, but I will, i looked it up, and it's got a great rating.  
Sounds good!  Thanks!!  My friend John S. is a horror buff of the first ranking.  He 
was even on the peripheral edges of some things.  Was working with Joe Spinell 
when he died (Joe) from a tooth infection complicated with heavy cocaine use.

Freddy, 'Ol boy- for you I'm sure the words would be "I'm just a boy whose 
detentions were good!..... And, when you med Davy Jones, was that at his 
locker?  Do you really like Burdon?  Have his Mickey Most series??  Regards, tom


Details | Lyric | |

The Nature Of My Mother Land

Tulips are dancing to the rhythem of breeze
Robins are singing ,atop, the old oak trees
Quails are waltzing , in a graceful pace
Butterflies hop ,from this to that place
Eagles are gliding down for a prey
Squirrels run for their lives, astray
Overhead , the sky is clear and blue
Underneath stretches the sea,what a view
Lovers on shore,sit in pairs and watch
Prints on sand "LOVE",one,in a touch
Sea,sand,Sun,love,silence and peace
Childhood's nostalgia,which ,I do miss


Abbas Kiamiri


Details | I do not know? | |

One Day

We've been through
Roughening waves,
But we sat and never threw
Ourselves out of furious rave.

One day my heart
Will be glad that
We haven't yet fallen apart
And are not as sad as before.

Our time was like a boat...
No matter where we went,
Our time was well spent,
Even while we continuously float.

One day you'll be as happy
As you were in that rural place.
We'll together repair our broken vase.
You and I were inseparable friends...

So I wished it didn't end.
Our bond has been fragile
For quite some while.
I've been thinking of ridding it...

Though I know
I'll resolve it all somehow.
So I hope you will accept the flora
I shall give to you one day...


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I havent forgotten

I haven’t forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven’t forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven’t forgotten your pretty face!
I haven’t forgotten your smile and grace!

I haven’t forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven’t forgotten when we started dating!
I haven’t forgotten our last walk together!
I haven’t forgotten how I became a loser!

I haven’t forgotten how it became too late!
I haven’t forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven’t forgotten that summer’s northwester!
I haven’t forgotten and won’t forget ever!


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Swoop the Ptetodactyl

Swoop the Pterodactyl
Copyright Corinne Curcio July 29, 2008

I had a lot of Beanie Babies
When they were in style
Those little dust collectors
Always made me smile

But there’s a very special one
With whom I’ll never part
Reminding me of when I was young
And dreams sang in my heart

Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree

I thought I’d search for fossils
Travel to distant lands
Excavating dinosaurs
Is what I’d always planned 

But life had other ideas
Or maybe it was me
Why try to reach beyond my grasp
For what can never be?

Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree

The grownup is in charge now
But sometimes the child escapes
I sit astride his back
Flying over Cretaceous landscapes
And we glide…. we glide

When I see him on my shelf
I feel a little ache
Perhaps burying my dreams
Was a very big mistake

Can I dig them up again?
A paleontologist at last?
But do I really want to 
Start sifting through the past?

Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree

And we glide, we glide....


This is actually a song




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TIME BOMB

The town-crier said it thirty-many years ago
About the pool of blood that swept my fathers time
Not excluding the famous town-crier of that era
People freely bought their ticket to heaven and hell
The goats refused to listen to the town-crier voice
Atlast the beautiful timebomb exploded
My town-crier died in the process
The moon is black again with evil
Frustrated hungry souls litter again
Many,more mouths hungry
They will gather at the jungle of jungles
Armed to the teeth,chest,face,legs and hands
My metal gong is crying to the ears that cares
Twenty-twenty the newworld said
Twenty-fifteen the gong master says
Mouths would feed on carcase
Conspicuous ribs,ostrich necks,mosquito legs,insane
pot bellies
The boys are oiling their metals in the jungle
The magicians are still drinking wine in the rocks
Hungry mouths dropped like grapes and mangoes
Moremi and Amina come with utmost speed
Deadly spirits art hunting for blood blood blood
The celestial fire is burning, the blood bank opens
Where is my blanket
Where is my metal gong
Where is  my slaughtered heart
The sky is red with blood
But will be washed away with flood someday
Deadly disease would ravage
Fine flesh of the land, my land, our land
Worst that the battle of cakes
Worst than the battle of the windmill
Worst than the battle of cowshed
Trigger target target would bid my 
Chummy chicks to the deep blue sea of silence
The battle of the jungle would be won but lost
Bloodiest blood bath  of our time my time


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MADEMOISELLE MYSTEREE...

Lying there, with another
I sought the girl-of-my-early-summer-dream
I kissed her once, twice for gleam
Only to find, she’s not in my reality!

Ah! Mademoiselle Mysteree!
All heavens know that I’m her dreamer
I- who took her for all I saw:
A set of eyes
that sang, sweetly in silken-skies
With luscious-lips,
made for the moon- mild and mellow…
Her sacred breasts-
The curves, in charms for cheered-conquest
All hips and thighs,
each to explore my Ecstasy!

Sitting there, in my reverie
I crave her whisper all day long
(My night) simmered in shivery-song,
yawning for sips of her morning-glee
and to be blessed by Mademoiselle Mysterey!

Standing there, standing still…
Where I met her once in time past
I kiss her once, but never twice
Since she baptized me in her silence
Then, now despised me
just for believing her!


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Writhing Will

Why you’re writhing will,
 Mate your youthful wings,
 Through younger sway,
 Would think there you,
 Writher yet.


Details | I do not know? | |

mother

i live like there is no tomorrow
only to find myself swallowed
i pray for for a world of peace
yet the world would rather cease

closing my eyes for the last time
i have decided to change my mind
about what is right or what is wrong
or what is poetry or just a song

silly old talk about a memory
then she walked out on me
if in it there was no truth 
why she vanish in a poof

no goodnight, i love love you
only dark skies with no blue
the stars do shine brightly
but no longer enough for me
neither are your stories


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IRENE WAS THE AMERICAN GIRL

Irene was the American girl,
the only pretty one I should have based my romantic story on;
and that story is still unwritten...
not having been able to forget the rejection that turned into pain. 
Two bright and respectful kids we were,
growing up with Bob Dylan's intellectual poetry,
but mine was the waltz of a beautiful song...
with the words of the truest love I had ever written.
Brown and blue eyes would have made green eyes,
blonde and brown hair would have made auburn hair;
nothing but the handsomest boy or even the prettiest girl...
for us to love and proudly share for many happy years ahead. 

But who has been your darling since then?
Have you found tenderness in that man? 



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Louder Than 'Real' Words

you cannot hear us
but we know you're listening
to what we, the words have to say
and we're eager to share.

the day I wear a dress for you 
is the day I'll ask to kiss you too
not in spite,
but out of love.

the night you lean in close to me,
stealing kisses from our past,
yes it's true, 
I'm dreaming too.

the morning glee
of pancakes for breakfast
starts our day off happily
content just you and me. 

the day we come to terms
that we cannot control the past 
is the day we'll embrace each other's arms
and be content with a simple, yet comforting hug.

yours truly,
 words of her thoughts.


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Young Enough

These words come out of my pen
and I remember when
I was young enough to believe
that the world just might
stop turning
the stars just might
start falling
if I could just capture this feeling
on this cold, white page.
When I was young enough to believe
that I could make a happy ending
to this tale
if I wrote about it
the right number of times
that everyone was interested in
a young girl's
heartsick rhymes
when I was young enough to believe
that magic really existed
and that life was more than some
sick rat's maze
without any cheese at the end.
These words come out of my pen
and I try to comprehend
just how I got this grown-up
how I ever got to meet my pals
cynicism and jaded laughter.
For that young girl of hardly more
than one year's worth
of long ago
doesn't live here anymore
I've lost those bright-colored gel pens
she used to write those
hopeful dreamings
she'll make an appearance with
sunscreen and hot dogs
but more often than not
I can remember when
and I can try to comprehend
but these words that come out of my pen
aren't even a residual echo of
when I was young enough to believe
that my words really mattered.


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' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


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Make me cozy baby give me love

I have been waiting more than enough
Make me cozy baby give me love
I have been waiting for too long
To dance with you and write a song

Baby I have tried and tried a lot
But I drown into the sea of thought
At last in the underwater world
I have found a treasure full of gold

Now I am writing a song about you
Now I am doing something great and new

Baby our love was a top secret
We were young and we wanted to mate
I couldn’t say you are my girlfriend
I love you from beginning till end


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' The Art Of Dancing ... ' (Part 1 of 2)

‘ The  Art  Of  Dancing… ’


Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why… Do I Love To Dance ? …
… it’s Rhythmic … it’s Ritual
The Body Is So Beautiful !

Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
If You’re Breathing – You Ain’t Still
Check Your Heartbeat and It Will …

Dance … Into A Fantasy
Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come and Do A Dance With Me

Dancing … is Good Exercise
Dancing … Adds A Spice to Life
Dancing … is A Natural High
You Can Do It … If You Try …

… Head, Shoulders, Legs, Feet
Get ‘em Moving to The Beat
Back, Arms, Hands, Hips
Shake, Stomp, Slide, Slip

Bend, Bop, Break, Bounce
Push, Pull, Prance, Pounce
Soul-Roll, Slow, Fast
Jump, Jiggle … All That Jazz !

Dancing … is A Form of Joy
Do It ! … Baby Girl and Boy
Keep The Music, Playing Please
Honey … Just Look At Your Knee !

When I Dance … I Come Alive !
Waltz, Cha-Cha, Swing, Jive
Circle, Square, Line, Freestyle
Tango, or Step – Side to Side

Innocent – Interaction
Expression – Satisfaction
Set-it-in Motion … You and I
… Aaw, Just Look At That Guy

Oh ! … I See You’re Moving Now !
… thought You Didn’t Know How ?
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! … He! He! He! …
You Dance ‘bout as Good as Me ! …

Supper-Club, or in My Room
At Your House … or Under The Moon
If I Hear A Real-Good Tune …
You Will Know, I’m Dancing Soon

… Dance … Into A Fantasy
         Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come Dancing Now … With The MoonBee


Posted for:  Jared Pickett, ‘Cause I Know
       He Loves To Dance… (Smile)

                 MoonBee


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Interstate Four

This highway has connected so many puzzles in my life.
Family, friends, enemies, school, foriegn cities.
Always a strange meaning in the seemingly never-ending road.
Memories of two people who made me forget reason and to live life at its fullest.
Memories of long, thoughtful rides with family and music of the coolest.

This highway reveals all the eclectic things.
You can pass cities, nobody towns, bright light, beaches.
This highway allows speed and adrenaline runs through our veins.
But it can become slower than a sloth when pours the rain.
But it never fails to entice me;  not a memory of pain.

This highway those two people rushed me to work with time to spare
Like a drug, driving is to my friend; yet, even altered, he does it with total care.
Every time, a driver takes me on it I find in me an odd euphoria so rare.
This highway has always amazed me; I'll take in the sights, and I ponder and 
ponder.
I remember the happy days, the social bliss; the sad days, that left me somber.

It doesn't matter where we're going today.
But just stay on I4 and you'll make my day.
Put on your seatbelts, drive, talk, never a bore.
Go down the never-ending highway that is Interstate Four.


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The Train

It's been years since I've heard that lonesome whistle blow 
Or smelled the smoke along the track
And I've been getting the urge to go
As my memories carry me back
There's an old railway station with its' doors boarded up
Thats a monument to days gone by
It holds stories of passion, triumphs and love
And it brings a tear to my eye

I want to ride these rails till the day I die
I want to see the cities passing by 
To hear that lonesome whistle cry
And to camp out in the rain

I want to feel the freedom that the railroad brings
Listen to the song that the bluebird sings
Visit places where I can spread my wings
Oh God I miss the train

There's an open road calling out to me
There's a lot of places I want to see
The lure of the rails won't let me be
And it's driving me insane

I  just don't know what I want to do
To settle down would make me blue
Always looking for something new
Oh God I miss the train

I walked those railroad tracks
When I was just a kid
Throwing stones, singing songs
Never kept my feelings hid
I'd sit on those wooden benches
And watch the old man sell tickets to places far away
And daydream of cowboys and outlaws riding the ranges
On a hot and sultry day
Now those days are no more
But I'm still longing for
The mountain and valley and plain
Although I still yearn
I can never return
Oh God I miss the train.


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Promise Breaker

i've loved. 
i've lost. 
and for you i paid the cost. 
i've suffered enough. 
time's up! 
why did you always make promises that you could not keep? 
why were you so quick to deceive? 
shut your mouth. 
quit lying from in between those teeth. 
i have no use for you. 
i'll longer be lead astray by empty words. 
i hope you get exactly what you deserve. 
i'll never forget the way i wept over the promises you never kept. 
wasting time away. 
i was wasting my time. 
so blind. 
deceived by your countless number of lies. 
i'll let this die. 
i'll let it die. 
i won't cling on to the past. 
i'm done with you. 
and when karma comes around, baby it'll haunt you. 
so remember promise breaker when this is finished and complete that you were the one to 
lead yourself down a road of demise and defeat. 
will you have remorse? 
will you have regrets? 
for all the promises you never kept. i have no pity for you after all the pain and heartache 
you have put me through. 
i'll let this go. 
i've pulled myself away from this threshold. 
i'll let karma come back to bite you. 
and when you feel weak and your heart is shattered i will have reversed this pattern and i 
will rid myself of this misery. 
how will you feel when you're on your knees? begging. 
pleading. 
this is all your terminal disease.
 i'm finally letting go.


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Hidden Flags

You remind me of how this suburban life could be so much more
than this sea of green and speckled grey if only you would open up you heart.
But these hidden flags that you keep up that fly a mix from every shade and colour of an
emotional spectrum

But you’re the cold and distant rocky shore on the horizon of,
An otherwise dull yet peaceful sea

You remind of how this suburban life could be so much more
Than the domestic lull of pots and pans and telephones and old wooden floors
That formed the near perfectly flawed and broken picture of hidden fights and troubles 
Of what we once called home

But you’re the cold and distant rocky shore on the horizon of,
An otherwise dull yet peaceful sea


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So sorry

Sometimes, just like today,
I feel endless course of life,
I see your smiling face
And on the leaves that summer rime.
Sometimes, just like today,
Without alcohol I’m drunk.
You are the reason of all this.
The test of life we gonna flunk.
And when you will come to see me again,
I will maybe give you three kisses then.
So sorry to know you won’t open the door.
So sorry you don’t exist any more.
I have no more desire
Collecting millions of pieces,
This had to be one heart,
My heart your kiss that misses.
It will be good for you to know:
I made a funeral for love.
Now rest with peace, my dear,
Under the monument of dove.
And when you will come to see me again,
I will maybe give you three kisses then.
So sorry to know you won’t open the door.
So sorry you don’t exist any more.


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Forever is Never Forever

Forever is never forever.
Forever
     is right
          now.
As we spend it
          right this very second.
Because forever
                         isn't forever.
     Forever could change.
Tomorrow could end
     your little
                             "forever."
Forever is
                             always
                                        ending.
     always drawing
                            closer
                      and closer
From each heartthrob to its final
                                               breath.
Tomorrow
               could be
                            it.
                               Forever.
It'll end.
           Soon.
                   
                     I promise.


Details | Rhyme | |

And When You Get to Heaven, Don't Wait Up

Just one more day to be saint
One more high and a new complaint
One more day to know my life is over

One more day to relive to this moment
Just one more hour while my mind is absent
One more day to redefine sober

She sings to me it’s my decision
Altar to my vision
Breathe and sigh over you
Breathe and say

From dust to blood
No one wants to live forever
From blood to dust
Eternity is now or never

Just a day to refine my nervous
Wondering how they’ll forgive my lovers
One more day to die and then it’s over

Another year and I’ll be a servant
Singing hymns and hating others
Woke up and I won’t lie sober

She’s seen through my kind 
And I know a later time 
We could see another you
Still I sing

From dust to blood
No one wants to live forever
From blood to dust
Eternity is now or never

Just today I began to suffer
Wondering why I ever bothered
Sleeping with the guilt, I know it’s over

One more year and I’d be a saint
Procrastinated son to pain
Hang around till the hangover is sober

He saw through me and mine 
I’ve never known a better time
That’s that to you and you 
Leave the soul 

From dust to blood
No one wants to live forever
From blood to dust
Eternity is now or never


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Dissociation

I see a better world that I can use Its far from you And inside me The reality is too much to handle anymore It's a place we all can love A place where all angels dwell Burnt in my mind everything you've done to me It saves me to go away It's my internal prison It's my only safe-haven I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more It's deep enough where you will never find But open enough to keep expanding I will not be stapled by your dominance anymore This is it i will take a stand A sky with death In it's smile Rolls across the night It seeks to know what is wrong And the thing is you I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more


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Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


Details | I do not know? | |

Building And Burning (inspired by 'The Streets Have No Name'

When I walked into the evening
The broken leaves began to laugh
The moon was almost smiling
And the sky was torn in half

In the one half lay the darkness
In the other steeped the stars
And I thought for just a minute 
That the sky was throwing sparks.

There were people holding hands as
They danced around a lake
That the moon was being born in
And their song now makes me ache.

There was a soldier on a hilltop
And the sun it was his friend
So large it turned the sky red
And gave away the story's end.

On the corner of the street
Was a playground lined with swings
And I could only see it
Through the strange metallic strings.

And screaming to horizon
Was demanding desert sky
And I lived in an apartment
With the A. C. turned up high.


I banged the flimsy screen door
And disappeared that quick
Past the parking lot and drug store
In shining Spanish brick.


There are boxes, open doorways
To let in the warm light night
There are rows of harmless houses
Shining on the stars outside.

In the broken, golden leaf-fall
There are girls with determined hair
That claim they have found lost streets,
That Bono showed them where.

In the half with more than darkness
Are harmonics of the stars
And I looked from side to side
Then I knew the sky threw sparks


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Brilliant St. Petersburg

Ah, what beauty around!
This day began deliberately.
Even the sky and river Neva have a same a blue colour.
Between them domes fly,
and a thin steeple rises
with a little gold ship at the top.
In the Smolny Cathedral,
the bells whisper.
On the Gulf, calm and silence prevails.
I see unearthly beauty
in the lacy lattices of fencings;
lanterns guard bridges for you,
my St. Petersburg-Leningrad!
Here, palaces have stretched wings.
Here are fountains, as if a mirage.
The architects and masters
of the different countries and epochs
have constructed the Hermitage 
next to the Neva.
Delightful cathedrals,
and the most elegant Summer Garden.
This proud facade of city is the fruit of a talent,
the tears and the loving of them.
Stone lions and sphinxes sit observing the Neva.
They look mysterious, even strict,
as if they store secrets and the past of my city
in these restless, difficult days.
I see Nevsky Prospekt in flood of lights,
and the Summer Garden - the SILENCE lives there!
I see for a window of my love and memory
So many different, beautiful days!


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What a Lost Soul

Since I am Here The Veil grows Stronger but, You're not here for me I'm just-- Another Lost Soul you know, The people you find on the curbs on streets, During Rainy Days not going anywhere but Deeper into their own Disease but, It's not a disease, for they look for cures for diseases Here the patient cares not Only I could say something like that but since I'm here I just might as well sit on the curb on a rainy day and drown in a new-state-disease what A lost soul I am never enough could satisfy always more What a Lost Soul


Details | Rhyme | |

Inauguration

You greeted death at the door
The insurance will not cover this
The flowers, petals, a raging storm
Faint at distance

Splinters from the steel in which you lay
Unchangeable lies weave a tattered song
Die here a while, wish I could stay
Too long

A day of grieving in our grasp
As long as we have time to waste
Indifferent faces have stared their last
Face

Man in a box is a martyr
Man in your home is a dog
Pulling strings till you stagger
Open your eyes and unravel 
At the dawn

Ashes to ashes, heart to heart
A hymn for posterity
Empathetic strangers are a work of art
In my apathy

Person you're trying to call isn't here
You have knocked me off the receiver
Tears recognized failing faith won't appear
I'm a believer

10,000 days in isolation
Breathe in the spores to stay survive
Do not take the time to necessitate
Never alive 

Man in a box is a martyr
Man in your home is a dog
Pulling strings till you stagger
Open your eyes and unravel 
At the wronged


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Everything She's Ever Wanted

The greatest guy she's ever met
     The best friends she could ever have
          The most supportive father imaginable
     People who believe in her
And the most wonderful dreams.
     Great achievements
          Amazing support
     Huge happiness
And a lot of love.
She's got everything her little heart desires.
     It's just too bad
               she's too dead to feel it all.


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I Miss You, Too

You want to embrace me,
I can feel your great urge;
You want to kiss me, I know that, too.

You want to feel the warm of my lips;
You want to touch my hair, while I huddle against you;
Your yearning heart, still, beats for me.

To you, I can easily give
All of these, with great compassion and love; 
Right now, any time, for I miss you, too.

But, how can I trust you, again?
You know the reason… 
Why I left you?



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Conflict of the Heart

Conflict of the Heart
                    By Dane Smith-Johnsen

From whence comes constant conflict, from within?
You and I would never call love a sin.
Prayers prayed; what shall be our destination? 
I felt it, the Spirit’s confirmation.
The message, loud and clear; marry Ingrid.
Safe, comfortable in your arms, my heart hid.
Marriage license bought and commitments made.
Dreams about the future carefully stayed.
Trust given, and with no reservation.
Joy grew beyond one’s imagination.
There, with you, fears of the world subsided.
Peacefulness within my soul abided.
God’s loving gift had been in my heart laid.
The gratitude felt couldn’t be repaid.
Yes, I do remember that God is kind. 
Yet, life’s eternal mate was hard to find.
Love, twisted in a vine, finally found.
The fragrant fruit burst forth; free love unbound.
Adoration, a present deep within,
Fulfilled empty places could be no sin.
Exuberating hopes burst forth each day.
Dreams engulf all reason; some say we’re gay.
There, before me in splendour you stand tall.
Love for you, hermaphrodite, shall not fall.
Despite the glaring stare that some folks give
Together, we’ll press forward, just to live.
Please look upon the good, withhold your darts.
And pray, dear friend, that hatred soon departs.
Judgement assumes its toll upon the soul.
Subsided inner conflict is love’s gold.
We’ll ask God to lift conflict from within
To help us gain respect from thoughtless men.
So let the peace begin with open hearts.
For that is where pure love taught by Christ starts.
                  
            AMEN
  

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
   December 27, 2006

Poetic form: Lyrical-Couplets

Hermaphrodites have a complex genetic make up.  My Ingrid is the father of a beautiful 
daughter.


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Because

Because of you
I could dream of
Far away places
And a far away life.

Because of you 
My life had meaning
And I felt I made a 
Difference in yours.

Because of you
I was inspired to be
A better wife, a better
Friend, a better writer,
A better human being.

And because of you, I
Know that even though
You're not around anymore,
I will still feel you in my heart
And I will be a better person
For having known you.

Farewell my friend.


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Forsaken Eurydice

[Satyr]
A quick game is all it will be
I can tell you can hear my shouts and screams from forest 
Your home it beckons thee
Why won't you come and play with me?
 
Why cant you cure her?
The venom isn't too deep
If you could awaken her once
Cant you do it again
 Did sorrow blind you?
 
 [Orpheus] 
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be 
For I have forsaken my Eurydice 
 
 [Persophone] 
He will never listen 
No is all you will hear
Death is always the killer of love
Death will always win
 
 [Hades] 
Go back to your kingdom
My words have been proclaimed
Your music will not be able to charm
 
 [Persophone] 
Why don't you please
Give him his love
He went this far in vainI
f he cannot see her blank face
Wont why you please
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice
 
 [Hades]
If it will please
You can see her
Only without your eyes
Throughout the dark realm
Looking back will forsaken your Eurydice
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice


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Just Beyond the City Limits

Along an old country path,
Where carriages used to pull their goods
To out-of-town places -
Where grass grows down the centre line;
I walk along the memory looking into faded mist;
Not sure where the road leads -
Like a future yet to be unfolded,
When the spirit of the country comes to greet me 
In it’s greying grace and beauty. 
She gallops just beyond the haunting ridge -
Pure freedom bellows from her lips,
As she dances with the tall grass in a graceful gait,
Into the misty past just beyond the makeshift fence,
As crickets gently play their fiddles.
A sweetbread wind caresses my nostrils,
Bringing me to a stand-still -
I close my eyes and feel the essence all around me;
The wind rustles the tall grass in the field,
So many crickets - playing their tune,
A humble love fills me to over-flowing
And I find myself crying for the rest of us,
Who pine for a life worth living in the city streets -
Desperate to live up to unrealistic goals;
When just beyond the city limits -
Is a place of humble beauty and tradition
A tradition we now seriously lack.
Our roots, our earth, our humanity;
Waits for us where grass grows down the centre line.


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silly girl

don't think i ever noticed
how small this room is
how cold
how lost
how forgotten.

and in these hollow times
when the air is frigid and dry
i laugh.

'silly girl'
you chastise
as the smirk
stains my lips



don't think i ever noticed
the fan never stops spinning
never dies
never stumbles
never falters.

and in these hollow times
when the air is frigid and cold
i shiver.

'silly girl'
you chastise
tossing the blanket
across the room

you always liked
my lips to be stained
with blue instead.


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Greytone

I'll find you in the grey
And smooth the wrinkles
Of love we put away

And when my tears have made me blind
Then I will come to where you hide
Not rocking gently, just standing still
Without the icy touch of chill

I'll find you in the grey 
And smooth the wrinkles 
Of love we put away

And when the hours of ash and sand
Have left the outline of your hand
It's only dust, no diamond eyes
No breath to stop my breathing cries

I'll find you in the grey
And smooth the creases
Of love we put away

And when your hair is stone
I'll find you alone
In the greytone


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Reunion

When I see you again
let me listen to your heart beat
Our hearts will pass the time as one
With all my affections, all my desire, and all my dreams,
I will hand everything to you

We will be one body and one heart
Passing the time as one,
You will have everything of me
I will have everything of you

When I see you again
I will be complete


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breakfast

the wolves are come. for me.
they are. they come. for me.
i am a tasty treat.
the wolves, they come for me.

they shall swallow me whole.
they'll eat my body and soul.
i am a sweet morsel.
into their mouths i will go.

the wolves are. at my door.
my heart shall beat no more.

i'm a sitting duck.

the blood. the wolves. it pours.


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Waiting

Sweat-stained Stetson, 
On the wall, 
Muddy boots, 
In the hall, 
Stand and wait, 
Sometimes they call, 
Saddle-up and ride. 

Spurs left hanging, 
On a chair, 
Saddle, oiled, 
Over there, 
Sit and wait, 
With patient care, 
Saddle-up and ride. 

Slow and quiet, 
Horses walk, 
Softly nicker, 
Hear them talk, 
Endure and wait, 
But never mock, 
Saddle-up and ride. 

Cowboy spirits, 
In the night, 
A haunting dance, 
A lonesome sight, 
Sway and wait, 
For day’s first light, 
Saddle-up and ride. 

Saddle up and ride under stars and moonlight,
its the only thing that's left that's right,
Saddle up and ride.



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Memory Box

This box is nothing special
It's four sides,bottom and top
Inside it holds my memories
Far richer than this box
My life, my family and my kids
My triumphs and mistakes
they are mine and mine alone
To ponder when I like

I add to it with tender care
Those memories I may forget
When my days are numbered
And my memory has left

I share it with no one
They may not understand
When I hold a torn picture
So gently in my hand

So when I die you may look
At my treasures held inside
And you may then realize
That memories never die.


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Affliction

In a world
Unwanted
The two were alone
Banished by the misunderstanding.

He cried on his chest
Hush
He caressed his supple lips with his,
Why were they to be alien?

In a world 
Close minded
The world shut them out
Thinking that their love was wrong.

He ran his finger tips across
Tears
He confided in him
Lovers of the same.

In a world
Immoral
The words they always heard
Running away to take shelter.

He touched his rain dampened hair
Tremble
He listened to his heart beat
Drifting to sleep.

In a world
Cold
The hearts of the saved
What will save them from themselves?

He holds him as he's falls
Love
He's there to comfort him through the nightmares
Sleepless night.

In a world
Fire
The all burn
The apocalypse breaks through the sky.

They return to their apocalyptic romance
Calm
The hold each other 
Welcoming the chasmal sky.

In a world
Barren
There are no more daunting voices
This void is eternal.

In a love
Eternal
Their bodies are no more
Their spirits coexist, there is no more judgment.


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The Plague of Muriel

The dreams of many are crushed beneath Plans of ours; trying to break the serenity Hopefully we will find serendipity To keep us where we are As they bind and conquer Silence and sorrow will reign And at one shall we be filled with pain? My angel flied so far away My angel why didn't you stay? My angel couldnt stay My angel flew away I wish to find you again Even if it will never begin Pay your respect for the ones walking by They might never know My angel flied so far away My angel why didn't you stay? My angel couldnt stay My angel flew away Can't I say it wasnt my faul Or would not even care That we always die in Pairs Nostalgic without you Sedimental with you Will I get come close to like what you hold dear Or will I only speak Are you there still listening or is it just me Who caresPlease keep whispering Break the silencePlease keep whispering My angel flied so far away My angel why didn't you stay? My angel couldnt stay My angel flew away My angel flied so far away My angel why didn't you stay? My angel couldnt stay My angel flew away My angel flied so far away My angel why didn't you stay? My angel couldnt stay My angel flew away


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left behind

This whole place is set ablaze. 
Smoke is filling these lungs. 
I'm looking for the fire escape. 
The sirens ring aloud. 
I can't make out a single face in the crowd. 
Where are you? 
You said you'd never leave me behind. 
Where do you hide? 
I can't breathe. 
These fumes are looking to take the life out of me, but still i push to make 
my way out. 
Forced to crawl as the flames reach for the skies. 
How desperate i am just to find you. 
I scream your name as i make my way through this burning building. 
Struggling as this structure tries to make its way to the ground. 
It's going down! It's going down! 
Searching for you, my eyes blinding by this haze. 
I'm trying to find my way out of this maze. 
Where'd you go? 
You said you'd never leave me behind. 
I'll make it out of this alive or die trying. 
I hear the siren's cries. 
Pushing forward trying to make my way through the door. 
I don't know how much more i can take. 
It's getting harder to breathe with each breath that i take. 
Save me. 
This is exactly what it seems. 
Trying to survive as this fire tries to baptize me. 
Get me out! Get me out! 
You said you'd never leave me behind. 
I scream your name in one last attempt as this fire consumes me. 
I'll never forget your smile as much as it haunts me.


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To See You, to Hear You

Do you think I could have a light
I know it's been a long time
Do you see in me what you saw before
or have my eyes become those of a stranger
I'm not here to complicate things
I didn't come to see those tears in your eyes
To see your face
To hear your voice
To know that you still think of me is enough
You look good
Your eyes look less haunted than before
even after all of these years
I can't breathe standing this close to you
even now if you kiss me I will fall to my knees
I see in you all of the things I loved before
I'm not here to complicate things 
I didn't come here for you to see these tears in my eyes
To touch your face
To hear your voice
To feel that you still think of me is enough
We both have lives now
we both have people we love
my man is good and he loves me completely
you have a woman that loves you and had given you her all
we can't hurt them as we did before
So we will share a few cigarettes
and talk about the weather
leaving everything else unsaid
but i will go away happy
just to see your face
to hear your voice
to know that you still think of me is enough


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Make Believe

Verse 1:  I know that I made a lot of mistakes/ and it's too late/ to fix things/ and 
I'm trying to start a fresh anew/ but you keep telling me we're through/ and I'm 
telling you-u-u/ 

Chorus:  Why can't we just pretend/ so we can start over again/ like things never 
happened/ but no matter how hard I try for us to be/ it'll just be make believe/ it'll 
just be make believe/

Verse 2:  i can understand why/ you can't get over what I did/ and I know it hurts/ 
I'm putting salt all over your burns/ but I can't help what I feel inside/ I want you 
back In my life/ i know you still love me/ so don't tell me/ that this is just make 
believe-eve/

Chorus: 3x


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We shall go away

 
We shall go away from all our troubles.
We shall walk along very beautiful places.
We will not have hard problems or hurt. 
We shall go to find our happiness.
Nature will smile to us - how to welcome visitors.
We shall meet Autumn in her wood tower.
She will help us to take off a cargo of doubts , 
She will give us beads carved from rowan for our good luck.
Then we shall go to the white house of Winter,
There the mistress already has baked a pie.
We shall learn to her wisdom 
and shall ask her give us the future for a life.
The snow will turn and turn behind the window,
We shall run out on street with you, 
We shall make a Snow man and a little Snow house,
We shall say goodbye to Winter and shall continue our way.
We shall arrive to Cheerful Spring.
She will protect us from griefs and troubles,
She will give us to drink of spring water
And wreaths from snowdrops, narcissuses, violets.
Spring will open to us a door into summer and will order: " Forward! "
She will show a correct path, and we shall walk along it.
Suddenly we shall see our house of 12 floors in St.Petersburg.
We shall return to our apartment, and the cat, Peach, will meet us joyfully.
Fine flowers on our balcony will smile, having seen us.
Phone will ring - we shall hear a voice of our good friend.
And we shall understand the main thing: 
Our happiness is in our native home.


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One Will Never Be

I loved everything about
Everything you said
I loved every you did, 
I loved the fact that you made me felt that way.
The sweet little kissed you gave me
Made me feel special everyday.
That was how I always wanted it to be.
Oh, how much, I wanted to see you everyday.

You were always the one to be around
To cheer me up
Whenever I would be down
YOu had always seemed to find a way
It was just something you would do 
Always having to make my day.

You were the best thing that had happened to me
And there was not a thing anyone could say
About how many ways I loved about you
And about how inseperavle we were in the past days.

I held on to you
For the strength I had always needed
You were the one to make it through
Out of this broken path, on how it was always treated.
Problems had vanished, no more did I had to hide
Because I was with you
Standing right by your side.

Everything you said was true
For that I have thought
And all the things you tried to do
A lesson, learned in time,  a lesson you intentionally taught.

I had hoped people could have seen the real you
Not many would listen
Just a few.
Everything and everyone new
Seemed to be treated just well
All except you.

No one had understood
What the things you have gone through
No one would take a minute or two
To hear how your feelings grew.
In fact, no one understood you, but me
Though I had hoped we would have stayed alive together
As ONE was suppoed to be.
But knowing what now had happened.
Knowing how it is to me
And knowing how it was to you
ONE no longer will happen.
ONE will never be.


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Colorful Old Days

Baby I can’t forget those
Colorful old days
Baby I can’t forget your 
Charming pretty face
Baby I can’t forget your 
Beautiful dresses
Baby I can’t forget your
Body language
Baby I can’t forget our
Friendship and closeness
Baby I can’t forget those
Colorful old days
Dhha  Dhha Dhha Dhha
Dhha Dhhang Dhhang
Colorful old days
(Music)
Colorful old days
---------------------


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Waiting for the Wind

Sitting in the morning just waking up on my side of the world today
I turn on the news see if anyone has anything good to say
Stock markets falling and another landslide while the politicians try to deny
Global warming and more killer storms and another thousand people die
and the advertiser says I’d be happy if I bought bigger car you know
I’ve got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


Sometimes I think the world’s gone mad and I can’t stand to hear the pain
One place burning in holy fire and another in a deluge of rain
Sometimes I think that hatred and war is the only way we know how to be
And I want to sail away,..in a world made for you and me
Sometimes I wonder at the pace of it all, where’s everybody trying to go
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


Why can’t we see the beauty of it all in the sun rising every day
Life holding on to the sides of mountains and the waters rushing into the bay
Why can’t we live as if nothing on earth mattered more that the love that we bring
I want to sail away,.. and become part of everything
Why can’t we care just a little bit more, maybe let a little kindness show
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


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As The Walls Close In

As the walls close in
my world is getting smaller
Beads of sweat drop from my head
down to my collar
 
I don't know what to do anymore
I feel like my end is coming soon
I no longer see the light ahead
I no longer see the moon
 
In total darkness I stand
I no longer see clear
I breathe as if to die
cuz my soul is in fear
 
My heart starts to pound
as if to come our my chest
The pain is so immense
will I be put to rest
 
As the walls close in
I have no one to turn too
My mind is going crazy
I'm lost I don't have a clue
 
I'm standing right here
searching for some salvation
I look everywhere I can
with deep anticipation
 
My eyes full of tears
my fists clenched real tight
Anger within me burns
things don't feel right
 
Why do I feel this way
my mind starts to spin
My emotions go crazy
I want to commit sin
 
As the walls close in
my mind looses control
I'm begging for mercy
as my heart grows cold
 
I fall to my knees
I'm no longer alert
I know as I'm here
this pain has me hurt
 
I'm wounded I'm scarred
blood slowly falls from me
The pain is so strong
it has eaten me alive as you see
 
I can no longer fight it away
cant stand strong
I been fighting this battle
for just too damn long
 
Time for me to take one last breath
and just close my eyes
Let my soul go away
as the rest of me dies


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Our Goodbye

I’m lying here in agony
Pretending it ain't true
My eyes swollen, our heart in my hand
If you only knew
I keep playing it over and over
Those words you said to me
Trying hard to understand
Why life won’t let me be
My head hurts of so much crying
My heart hurts feels like I’m dying
Seems like just yesterday
We were planning our future
And now all that is left
Is a beautiful picture
Our poems and conversations
...Why did we ever part?
I’ll always keep those memories
But most important in my heart
Was this really supposed to happen
Were we not supposed to know?
Or did we break one heart in two
Gave up and let it go?
So many unanswered questions
So many things left unsaid
Maybe it was just a dream
A dream I had in my head
Guess we’ll never know
If it’s what we both wanted to do
Just know I will never forget you
Forever I will always love you


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Communication

This room with God
And the door's too small to fit
Ate this drank, drank that
Stirred sordid in it
Off with my head, on with the scene
Do this all in decadence of me
Would you cascade into the old
With the rabbit calling from the hole

I wore this scab as a crown
Who will bow before me now?
I would see this daydream away
If I thought I'd lose you just one day

God made the machine
After you came out of it
Can you love me
Through the evidence
Words are priceless, actions bledd
Do this all in decadence of me
You and I agreed
To battle each other for eternity

I wore this scab as a crown
Who will bow before me now?
I would see this daydream away
If I thought I'd lose you just one day

Falling up in this down
A lovely caucus race
With Walrus and Carpenter
In distant first place

I wore this scab as a crown
Who will bow before me now?
I would see this daydream away
If I thought I'd lose you just one day


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OVER COLOR DESERT

From the coiffe broken of light
or dead tie-the marines
by machine pip-out target upper	
by the road — 
through demolish the tools that		
throve mats up for peace
it took the leash by the saw
the gloss of the desert thy help
in confront, any astir enemy
watchful been fielding — 
the gloss that regrets
of course a soul matter,
the hero-the weapon 
in avail words of freedom
carry it clearly over the esteem
by gloss of the desert
Or peace insures the earth.


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barely breathing

is distance all you feel
take me to the places u couldn't go
eventhough it might be strangers after awhile
i stand on the heel
troubles gone
then i begin to wonder is everything here
for i'll be there to give u the strength that you have to feel

cause i'm barely breathing
i can't find u
i stand here waiting for another day
living in your subtraction
cause i'm barely breathing

i know what you're doing
can you see it all
the black hole is in the air
do u examine
the confusion you have
i'm totally have a fusion of air and sea
imagine into your own imaginatation

cause i'm barely breathing
i can't find u
i stand here waiting for another day
living in your subtraction
cause i'm barely breathing


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Only God Knows

It's been only a month without you, yet it feels to me like years
I play it off and smile, when all life brings me are tears
I remember our last moment together, I couldn't look you in the eyes
I hugged and kissed you tears rolling down, I've always hated good byes
You seemed so calm that day, no whisper of goodbye not even a word
Were you hurting as much as me? I love you was what I whispered
Walking away without looking back, hoping you'd run after me
Trying so hard to drive without caution, just wasn't my time to be free
At times I cry and feel so lost, oh what we could've been together
But then I look back to your poems, I'll never let go I hear you whisper
Whisper to me that you need me, and make me feel like you really want me
Whisper to me that you miss me, and that forever you will always love me
Everytime I hear our song, the way it magically started out
I relive the moment of our love so special, I never had a doubt
And when I hear the first song we danced to, I remember us dancing in love
We're still waiting to no longer have to lie about us, the Lord knows above
Remember how we'd say, that our kisses were made for each other?
I know to this day a love like yours, never will I find in no other
When you're sleeping are you dreaming, If you're dreaming are you dreaming of 
me? 
With you I always dream, because my heart is yours you'll always have the key
It hurts me too that you're not near me today, I feel so weak without your touch
I miss the way you'd hold me tight, I just never imagined it'd hurt so damn much
Our love so unique and beautiful, I now know it couldn't have been in vain
Everything happens for a reason, only God knows why he sent us this pain


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One Heart, Two Lives

O, Pearl of the Orient! The island
Of the islands in the Far East---
How nostalgic 
The humming wind and the sea, the sunset
And the mountains, the rice fields and the people 
The Boleros and the Jeepneys
Don’t you worry, Inay, your beauty 
Is still within me

O, Athena! The babysitter 
Of my lonely soul 
I tiptoed, like a fog, into your beloved fortress 
And sit on the ruins 
Of your pasts, daydreaming
I, the poet, crowned with rhyme and verse
And well-adorned, with pearled barong 
From the islands of the sea



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Shatner the Scofflaw

Full engines ahead
strap on the boots
Captain Kirk on the microphone 
rudeboy knows how to dress in the fine-(butt) suits

He's got a fine tan shirt
with an emblem on the chest
Captain of the starship crew
passes the test

All the interstellar girls all love him the best
When Capt. Kirk rock the mic you can forget all the rest
Warp speed forward, phasers on stun
He's got all those Klingon (d)uckers stammerin' on the run

Pop a cap in Romulan behind
at the Neutral Zone they shoulda stopped to read the sign
Captain Kirk on the prowl, all the hippychicks gone wild
Tiberius on this mic choppin' kung-fu style

Live Long and Prosper fool


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LIVE IN THE MOMENT

Erase all the unrealistic images that appeared at night
from ever dream you ever dreamt;
let love become real, frantic and bright,
something erratic, not remembering where it went.  


Live in the moment,
and feel the warmth of each lovely sunray,
to make you feel alive,
but you should start today;
live in the moment,
without recalling how deep you sighed.


Forgive yourself for your selfishness,
open your window and welcome the sunlight;
before sadness was your friend on a lonely night,
now, happiness brings you kisses of tenderness.  


Live in the moment,
adventure awaits you in meadows of clovers,
in the fields of sunflowers, where lovers
find the solitude they need to explore desires;
live in moment,
and days will not turn into unpleasant memories.


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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Long-Lost Friend

Years had passed since we had
our last glimpse of each other
and memories are not enough
to bring back the good old days. 

Remember how we used to shout
and howl when we hit the jackpot,
playing cards, wasting our time
all through the long lonely nights.

Well, after all those years,
it’s nice to see you again,
good to see you, old friend,
you haven’t changed at all;
the boy in you is still there 
after all this time, hey, yes,
it’s nice to see you, old friend.

Remember how mom would holler
to call you home for supper;
we cried a lot each time we saw
our kites escape to the highest sky
and we’re left with just the strings.

We used to dig rhythm & blues,
John, Paul, George and Ringo;
why, they were our fans,
they’d clap their hands,
so awed by our guitars.

Well, after all those years,
it’s nice to see you again,
good to see you, old friend,
you haven’t changed at all;
the boy in you is still there 
after all this time, hey, yes,
it’s nice to see you, old friend.

Hey, I'm so glad to see you again.


Details | I do not know? | |

Judgement

They say that times a great healer
but absence makes the heart grow stronger
emotions caught up within melodies
memories triggered by emotions.

I'll take you to my place one day
where life feels warm like cotton wool
and like me you can learn to pray
to stop the demons lighting their fuel.

A photograph can hold a thousand stories
of past, present and future souls
but are we blinkered by the obvious reasonings
you should never judge a book by its cover.

A tale of happiness
a tale of hate
we could put it all down to fate
but be careful not to get caught in a mess
don't spill the wine on your cocktail dress.


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Edie's Song

As she closes
the door
another stranger
amiss

but then
the sky
lights up
and clears away the mists

people are crowding around
all trying to hear the sound
leaving me out in the rain

but when she closed
the door
she never had to see the day again

the night didn't
go on
but her voice kept ringing our minds

but she closed 
the door
and never saw the day again


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ANOTHER CHRISTMAS TO WISH AWAY

Before there were endless,
delightful days of tender joys
and together we cherished
a very sweet happiness;
there has never been a moment
this lonely and sad...

Outside there are
twinkling lights everywhere,
carols being joyfully sung
and enthusiastically played;
hasty folks carrying bags full of gifts,
glancing at items they shouldn't miss...

Beggars huddled together at cosy streets' corners,
don't ask for money,but wish every passerby, 
"Merry Christmas!"...hiding their empty eyes,  
hoping,like me, for a small miracle
in a wealthy city so very kind to all;
a great city, which never forgets generosity...

This is going to be
another Christmas to wish away,
writing fancy cards to friends and dear ones,
near or far;wrapping presents
by the glamorous Christmas Tree,
but the true spirit is not in me...

All I am wishing today:
is to have you around and inside this heart
for an entire lifetime;
if everyone wishes for what their heart desires,
I,too, can start dreaming of what
tomorrow can bring me...

This is going to be 
another Christmas to wish away,
to mark down in my unfinished diary:
as the saddest day
in my life's history...
not feeling how painful it can be!

O generous Christmas,listen for a minute...
I am hoping to see,in the shortest time,
her beautiful face showing the prettiest smile!
I am going to trace those distant footsteps
in the mist of the falling snowflakes;
O impatient Christmas,please wait!   


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The Wandering Place...

Have You been on The Highway of Hopes
There’s a Place that comes to Help You Cope
Don’t Worry – It didn’t Pass You By
Close Your Eyes and Give It A Try…

Here It Comes – On The Road of Life
No Speed Limit – Zooming Right Past Strife
Most, have been there – more than Once or Twice
You hate to Leave it – ‘Cause it is So Nice…

Its not even hard to Find
Its on Every Interstate of Mind
Exit – The Rat-Race
… Enter – The Wandering Place

Wandering Place – The Skies Are Always Clear
Wandering Place – Fish Are Always Biting Here
Wandering Place – River of Reality, Rush By
You Just Lay-Back and Look-Up High…
… in The Wandering Place

Where Daydreams – Float Like Butterflies
Where The Breeze – Is Just A Sigh
Or Thoughts So Strong – Can Make You Cry
From Ideas in Your Mind’s Eyes
… in The Wandering Place

Its not even hard to Find
Its on Every Interstate of Mind
Exit – The Rat-Race
… Enter – The Wandering Place

Wandering Place – I Visit Quite Alot
Wandering Place – Everybody Gets A Spot
Wandering Place – No One Else Grabs What You Got
Will It Ever Stop – Oh, I Think Not…
… it’s the Wandering Place


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Nizhniy Novgorod's Kremlin*


Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers,

there, where Oka merges to Volga

and already flows farther downstream, 

to the Caspian sea, 

an ancient, wise Kremlin stands – like a soldier 

on high coast of the big ancient city of the Russia, Nizhni Novgorod. 

Kremlin looks very attentively at boundless meadows

and at cultivated fields and forests,

 the small villages and big cities

of the Nizhniy Novgorod territory.

The white ships float past,

They salute  the old soldier and ask its blessing. 

Birches and mountain ashes, wild cherries and apples 

in springtime decorate this coast with fresh greenery and flowers,

In the autumn – with gold of leaves and with red fruits.

The ancient Kremlin looks far and never sleeps.

It observes all around and welcomes the ships,

recollects the events, the dates, people.

Maybe, sometime Kremlin will recollect me also, 

Because I was born in ancient Nizhniy Novgorod, 

on the high coast of these two great Russian rivers.


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A Beauty That Never Sleeps


O, Pearl of the Orient, land of my great ancestors---
the Poets, the Writers, the Historians, the Leaders, the Novelists
the Peace Makers, the Inventors, the Rice Growers, the Seafarers 
the Scientists, the Doctors and Nurses, the Performing Artists 
the OFW’s and me---Mabait Na, Masipag Pa, from your tears

Let me flutter, with my fragile wings, through Chocolate’s Hills
that they may learn the true essence of your will
that they may hear the gentle sound of your dancing wind
that they may also feel the nobility you shared, with me
and above all, that they may know you, the land of my great ancestors

O, Pearl of the Orient, like a beautiful, caring mother---
that has un-replaceable love, beauty and wisdom, embracing cheerfully
the twitchers of your hospitable heart, even if I will have a short life
surely, I’ll not try, but I will pattern their souls, on your lustrous smile
and we’ll walk them, together, on Luneta Park that you, once, walked me 






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Russian Troika on the Roads of Night

Night. 

A snow field.

The moon pours silver light.

It is good to sweep on a sledge now! 

Horses rush 

Into whirlwinds of snowflakes,

Somewhere a wolf howls, 

Somewhere, the owl cries.  

Stars are reflected in the snow. 

They and trees in white fur coats

Listen to the crunch of snow

Under the sledge,

Crying of guitar

And song about unhappy love.

Three beautiful horses

with sleighbells ringing

carry someone 

On the roads of night.

 

 

              


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Memory Lane

Come with me, let's remember the days
 when life was easy and free,
  let's turn back the pages of time
   and be young once again.

Can you hear the song playing,
 do you hear its haunting strain?
  do you recall the traces of the music
   coming down memory lane?

My life is so empty, I need to escape,
 those happy days are dead and gone,
  they will never come back again,
   so here I just pretend.

Can you hear the song playing,
 do you hear its haunting strain?
  do you recall the traces of the music
   coming down memory lane?

Yes, it floats down memory lane.


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Leaves of Love

   In a locket with an old filligree
there's a photograph 
of you and me
and though time has faded
my smile
I've been loving you
all the while

  In a tintype gone dark and brown
there's a girl in a wedding gown
as she smiles at you
across the years
how that smile can wipe away
those tears

  so let's tender touch and reminesce
as we share our life we'll
share a kiss
as we turn these leaves of love tonight
won't you kiss me dear
and hold me tight.


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I Close the Door

I leave the room. This time needs no memory.
It doesn’t matter now in the deep silence.
In a while my life will write a new story.
Now I try to keep myself at a distance.

Do I feel a sorrow or bitterness? 
Maybe. But I don’t regret my decision.
I allow myself a minute of weakness
For the past dreams and hopes of the lost woman...

I turn off lights, and close the door, and leave keys. 
I’m not curious about new residents.
I like the silence – no voices and faces.
I go away. No-one perceives my absence… 


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Marriage

I like your body.
I like your mind.
Your aura, perfect I find.
Your female ways, engross my days.
Your smiles and graces. I adore.
What more have you in store.
Your looks and laughter.
Fill the here after.
What you say makes me gay.
One day, I will say.
Marry me to-day.


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Rosamin

The velvet haze of the mid-night sky
Blankets me with bliss,
For the stars have really done it this time,
And on the morrow
I will be his!
 
Rosamin, Rosamin,
    Burn 'till you bleed,
And while you are dieing,
I'll undress merrily,
 
Rosamin, Rosamin,
    Red as my love,
Fill us with pleasure,
I know you've enough.
 
Rosamin, Rosamin,
    I've seen his dreams,
I know the maze of his heart,
And the rhythm he breathes.
 
Rosamin, Rosamin,
    I know here I belong,
I'll spend my years in his arms,
That is my song.


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My Perfect Mom

 I just found out, not sure it’s real,

Jail chaplain told me, to numb to feel.

My stomachs churning, heart has sunk,

I can’t believe, am in a funk.

Should have been there, made you go,

Sometimes I wonder, did you know.

Think you gave up, when Nana left,

Then with Pappy, and all their theft.

All you did was hide and grieve,

I finally had to up and leave.

I screwed up, by falling down,

No turning back I’m almost drown.

I cannot breath just want to hide,

Wanted to be there, by your side.

Wish I could have, said goodbye,

I never thought, that you would die.

Just leave this earth, now heaven bound,

Without a word, not one sound.

Last words I heard, message on my cell,

Good luck sweetie, I wish you well.

I love you too, wish I could show,

Would take it back, would let you know.

No matter what, you’re “MY PERFECT MOM”!!!

2/23/06

In loving memory of the one person who forgave me no matter what and loved 
me unconditionally. 

Judith Ann Celayir
August 8, 1945 – February 22, 2006


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The Nostalgic Dead

Nostalgic silence for the ghost
Just lonely despair for the breathing host
More plastic apples for my dreams
More poisoned answers to wipe me clean

I circle through her playful arms
The mist I become now does her harm
Such pleasant reasons to resist
If only she saw that I don’t exist

Process my words to keep you still
But you’ve heard it before, and you always will
Come closer to the calm in you
You’re conscious within and we always knew

Nostalgic patience full of loss
Dead disrepair for the life I’m not
More tragic light on what’s inside
More love and hate that will end in night

My wisest hours spread this pain
My ignorance leads me into these games
My wistful silence screams for more
It’s only in death that it’s all ignored


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Broken Rules

They call it a crime, 

They make us serve time.

They make us all pay,

By serving day after day.

They say were all lost, 

That this is our cost.

Were all living a lie,

But it is finally time.

For these rules to be broken,

To take back what is mine.

It is in our best interest,

4 these rules to be broken,

We need to turn in our tokens, 

And say our good byes!


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A Night Visit

He comes to her every night 
In her dreams as a thought.
He visits her at midnight,
He is always on the dot.

He greets her with the embrace,
His arms are strong and gentle.
She tries to recognize his face
To touch it - so ethereal…

She hardly sees the night hero.
He is invisible but felt,
He leaves his odor on her pillow,
Her bedroom is the love belt.

The night visit is about to end.
She can’t reconcile herself to this:
“Who are you: a stranger or a friend?
Come tomorrow, I’ll long for your kiss...”


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Meloncholy

As I sit and stare out into the cool black night, 
I can't help but remember the days gone by...
A bit of melancholy touches my heart and a single tear doth fall, 
tis my wish that romance reunites to touch us all...
The heart tis broken oh so many times, 
and each leaves a trail of scars...
How many breaks can one heart take? 
I see my reflection in the pane of glass,
 I turn away and bow my head as the melancholy takes the place, 
of what was once a happy face...
The candle burns out just as my once romantic illusions drop like fallen tears 
into the wax...
I watch as my soul penetrates the glass and sweeps out into the night, 
riding on the wings of a sad little light...
I watch it go and try to call it back... as I sit and stare out into the cool black night...


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Oh, Father

Oh, Itay what made you 
blow 
your cigar smoke over that red feathered rooster 
and washed it with gin tonic?
Will that make him brave to defeat his foe?

Which poet inspired you 
to rhyme 
on Sunday morn, delighting those surround you, 
making them listen, again and again?

To which god you belong
and made you smile everyday, not worrying 
the cares of the day?

Tell me…who designed you 
and made me a replica?

I love you, Itay!





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Hopefuls

I sleep and travel in my car
Along the way I make my pay by nightly gigs in bars
One dream, one vision burns in my mind
That one day will be my turn for a contract to sign
There is fame and fortune doing what I do best
To me every bar or whole in the wall is another concert, must give it all nothing 
less
Forget the idea of me being a wannabe, I am not a dime a dozen
I have no hook ups, I am nobody's cousin
Music and song come from within
It is the true beauty that lies below the skin
I hear there is American Idol auditions in the next town
All the hype, glitter, lights and sounds
The line is a mile long
Everyone wanting to finish their unfinished song
This is their therapy, a way to cleanse their souls
So much untapped talent here, they are all hopefuls
Excitement, nervousness, tension in the air
Becoming a big star is a dream we all share


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THE GREATEST

Cup-winner Stan
Still playing on at thirty-eight,
Inch perfect crosses on a plate;
With shimmy,side-step and dazzle
He left the full back in a frazzle;
An aging hero with twinkling skills,
A pro sans modern day frills.


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Dreams

The dreams I dream make me feel, the dreams I dream make me seem real, 
when they die and leave me alone, can I make it on my own?

Without my dreams who will I be? So afraid to look, so afraid of me... The mirrors 
have lied and told me what I wanted to see, now tis only a shadow that’s left of 
me...

 The mirrors lay broken and glass shards fill my room, reflections of a past lie, in 
the light of the moon...


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Taras Shevchenko


Taras follows me—

wherever I go, giving such 
inspiration, consent and dares me to speak 
out my mind; encouraging me 

to search for freedom, thru my 
thin voice, against the treacherous tactics 
of life.  Again and again, he’s 

speaking in a finest manner 
and as I talk to him he turns me not away. He stands 
amidst the trees. His eternal throne—

the park of Kyiv’s wisdom, where I love hanging 
around, waiting for the great red bell chimes. And, 
as always, as I pick the yellow caterpillar 

with two lights on to bring me home 
from a day’s travel, I see him nodding in silence, while 
hospitable hands wave in the wind.  Now I see 

his face no more, but 
everyday I feel him and hear his voices. His voices—
in the praises of my peers, in the psalms of 

my neighbors and of the people of the streets,
in the whirs of the birds and in the twitches of the fishes, 
in the smiles of the flowers and of the tares, 
 
in the sound of the rivers, of the seas, 
and of the mountains, too. He’s a friend I owe this life, 
urging me on—

to sow duds of thought, to bloom near a placid stream.
 



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life

what should i do with my fate,
how could i hide all my hate.
if i dont know what's inside

where could be now today
where could i find what to say?
i guess i'll find out tonight...

and how could i hide all this pain
slowly driving me insane
learning slowly from my heart

where can i find all my love
i slowly look now up above
but i know where to start


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Bittersweet City of Pain

The darkened city
fades in the background
just like you wished your feelings would
It’s been a long year
longer than you’d like to live
It’s hard to forget
how things were
just a few months ago
And it’s hard to remember
how things were before
It’s funny how
how quickly people change
It’s funny how
how quickly she could change
And it’s funny how
how things never stay the same
And it’s funny how
She promised Heaven
but gave as much Hell as she could
Finally woke up
to see the stinging truth
To see the lies
in her empty smiles
Finally woke up
to hear the burning truth
To hear the emptiness
in her “I love you”s
Finally woke up 
to feel the death she dealt
To feel the coldness in her heart
The new year is coming
but will this one finally become the past?
A would-be anniversary
spent in nostalgia and depression
Amnesia is a blessing
you would gladly accept
to escape this fate
You’d trade a fortune
to erase the misfortune
she gave to you
You’d trade a fortune
to erase the time
she spent with you
You’d trade a fortune
to have her fall in love with you
like you thought she did before
But she’s long gone
and fading behind you
She’s in the city
but she’s still on your mind
If you could just leave your thoughts
in her apartment
you surely would
For now it’s so long bittersweet city of pain
Maybe you’ll be back 
when all your thoughts of her
have been washed away with the rain


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I Want to Cry

It's been another rainy day
Since I left that special place
There are you- here am I-
It's been another starless night
Since I took that lonesome flight
There are you- here am I-
And I want to cry-

Will the sun come out today?
Or will it still just hide away?
Cause there are you- here am I-
And will the moon shine tonight?
Or will the clouds put up a fight?
Cause there are you- here am I-
 And I want to cry-

I want to cry, but how can I let my feelings show -
How will you ever know~ when you are there and I am here?
I want to cry, but how can I share my tears with you - 
How will you feel it's true~ when you are there and I am here?
When I am here-?

Can the clouds and lights above
Express the longing of my love?
Cause there are you- here am I- 
And can all nature mourn the fate
Of two souls who separate?
Cause there are you- here am I-
And I want to cry-

It's been another rainy day
Since I left that special place
There are you- here am I-
It's been another starless night
Since I took that lonesome flight
There are you- here am I-
And I want to cry-

On leaving Meiningen, Germany
A song for Kirsten Amthor


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The Guitar


 

Somewhere, a guitar is crying.

All around is calm and quiet.

Only the guitar is crying.

The sigh of Silence is audible.

The guitar is crying,

and the last trolley sings

a small duet with her.

Its sad headlights are clever 

like dog eyes.

Maybe something has happened:

Perhaps, the dandelion turned grey

or a lilac faded?

Or some silly heart has been broken,

or Day has fallen in love with White Night?

 

But the sky with his bright stars

looks at the empty street,

and Spring flies over St. Petersburg.

But the guitar still cries.

The guitar cries about what was not.

The guitar cries about broken dreams.

The guitar will cry until morning,

and no one will sleep, this night.


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Nostalgic Call of Her Pen

There was something in the art 
Of a heart “My Far Away Friend Dina”,
The multi-faceted town talked about it, 
Made me peep, awhile and I saw 

That strong bond which seemed
As though I, the Soup Artisan, 
In her muse had inspired it, connecting 
The unknown spirits---across 

The unkempt sea 
Of desire, bridging the unbridgeable
And shaping it, with voices 
Of the body and soul

Soon as I looked deeper
...into the calling of her mighty pen,
I felt the nostalgic touch
Of a naughty girl I loved, Katherine Stella.




Inspired by Miss Carol Brown “My Far Away Friend Dina”.
Thank you my dear friend, for sharing this lovely piece 
of your heart.

Thank you Kathy, for your friendship/thinking of me. 

I’m still a naughty boy...lol!
 


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FOOTSTEPS

Footsteps
of yesteryear,
Echoed in my mind;
Moment by moment
Images arrayed
Blossom,then blur,
In memory fade.


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Night St. Petersburg


 

How lovely night St. Petersburg! 

Nevsky Prospekt  Is still 

one from the most beautiful views in the world, 

With his color fires. 

Through 300 years,

Through many, many days.

The silhouettes of bridges 

And ancient lanterns still – are fine!

Here the charming old lattice keeps 

Old Summer Garden  near the river Neva,

Here among ancient lindens

Marble sculptures talk with each other.

In the lake are two white swans

They are the bewitched Prince and Princess.

And the moon has looked at all this beauty 

more than 300 years. 

The night in St. Petersburg. 

In windows of fine houses

Silent waltz in the nights

And the shadows of gentlemen and ladies 

Who lived here some time are dancing here. 

Nevsky Prospekt,

Have good luck always!

Give us your fires, love and charm again,

Ah, How lovely you are, 

my night-time St. Petersburg!

 

 


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DARLING,I STILL REMEMBER

As the warm rain falls down
on this lovely and lonely town,
I'm all alone thinking of you;
but what I can't understand...
is why you wouldn't comprehend
what was my reason for loving you!

Darling,I still remember
how it was back then...
we were kissing and dreaming
in the shadows on that empty
meadow;  we laid on the grass 
and made the sweetest love!
Darling,I still remember
how it was back then...
the green grass was as soft
as your baby' skin;             
and like two children at play,
we felt so glad to be sharing!

As night' people hurry down the empty,
wet streets at sunrise,my thoughts go back
to a time when we laughed with the streets' clowns,
who stared at us under  wide,dripping umbrellas...
showering us with smiles to cheer us up!        
Life was ours and we were happy to see...
that love had open our lovers' eyes,
and made us the luckiest to be alive!

Darling,I still remember how was back then...
our yesterdays lasted like summers without end;
darling,I still remember how was back then;
our tomorrows are dreams built in the sand...


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1/10/04

Fly me back
to where I've been
how it was 
what I did

Fly me back 
to hear again
that sound within
within my head

Fly me back 
to feel again
what I had
and don't regret

Fly me back 
to see again
how I cared 
what it meant

Fly me back 
to what I knew
how it was
and with whom

Fly me back 
to remember
how it was
on this day


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The White Night in St. Petersburg


In June in the St.Petersburg the «White Night» is the all-night twilight because 
the sun is only 8 or 10 degrees below the horizon in the middle of the night. The 
sky doesn’t get at all dark.

During of it all city is very beautiful and mysterious. 



Lilac, lilac, lilac!

Shadows of forgotten days,

Heroes of ancient legends

And simple fairy tales

are walking along the fine Nevsky Prospekt. 

Day celebrates a wedding

He marries today!

White Night will be his wife,

Day is cheerful, generous and drunk. 

A narrow silhouette of the river Fontanka,

And gentle embrace 

Of lacy gates above her. 

Do you see? 

Everywhere are flying

The colour dreams,

And Day has thrown his clothes

To the feet of White Night.

Wedding has ended.

And White Night is 

already the wife.

The memoirs about many famous people

Are sitting on the benches

Near sculptures in the Summer Garden. 

Fine music is playing,

And Alexander Block

Enters into the city.


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Dedicated to Wendy MacDonald from Australia

 
1. Wendy 

 

You have come to me

from a fairy tale,

Yes! I am sure

you are that same Wendy

who mothered Peter Pan

and the rest of the lost boys

on the magic island

called Our Childhood.

My dear Wendy!

Please take me with you

to that island,

I so much need

your kindness, and care,

the same as you gave

Peter and the other boys,

and, please, don’t tell me

you have forgotten

the way there!

 

 

 

 

 

2.


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A MOTHER'S ABSENCE

A lonely boy,barely seventeen,
writing sad and lovely words
from a small room with open shades
overlooking Everett's skyline: 
a lovely and quite town
in the suburbs of Boston...

Mother,distance is counted in miles,
but to miss what inspires me
is quite unmmeasurable
and verbally indescribable
mother,days become nights...
and momorable moments
cheer me up when I should cry,
and be comforted by your tenderness!  

Daddy,left from this very place of truce,
with a glance cold and undignified,
his plane flew over Long Island
where you courageously thrive on;
he betrayed both son and spouse!

Airplanes roar over the discolored roof
of this huge and abandoned house;
the yellow-chested parrot repeats
his funny and banal jokes,
unable to make me smile and laugh,
because inside a sorrowful heart
there's no place for joy and growth!

Mother, the heavy snow is covering the roof-tops,
and the firs and pines welcome it with zest;
but I feel the coldness and can't rest...
until I see the gladness back in those eyes!


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Our Time

I think we’re falling apart
Let’s just call it quits
We’re still getting along
But this won’t last for long

I can’t complain
I had fun, a real blast
Now it’s time to move on
Let’s make it the past

And I’m not saying it’s your fault
But I’m not saying it’s mine
All good things must come to an end
I guess it was our time

If we end this now
several years from now
we’ll jokingly talk about how things were
But if we wait too late
our hearts might fill with hate
And that’s just something
we shouldn’t have to take
So let’s just call it off

And I’m not saying it’s your fault
But I’m not saying it’s mine
All good things must come to an end
I guess it was our time


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The List of Logic

I dream up answers as I choose a mind
I spend decay and then I pay for time
Puzzling to think I could resist
To pick an end and add it to the list

One more day and then one more excuse
Two more times in case I am confused
Frightening to think I need some life
Some more denial and an enterprise

I want a reason to believe in truth
But being alone still tends to disapprove
Puzzling instincts hiding in their hate
All around me as they procreate

Now I see that it was always lies
All dishonesty that was being justified
Frightening to think that I’m alone
Adapting on and turning into stone

So much nothing and then so much pain
Buzzing like insects as I go insane
Logical to say I should resist
An honest ending to an endless list


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IT'S ALL BEEN DONE FOR NOTHING

It's all been done for nothing,
now my nerves are wearing thin;
yes,it's all been done for nothing...
when I think of what has been!

Yes,it's all been done for nothing...
this love I don't want back,
because nothing is left for certain,
and my love that is a fact!

Yes,once I was the believer...now,
everything is gone;
and it's all been done for nothing,
so believe the words of this song!

When i met  you...life was confused,
but now my life is naught;
and it's all been done for nothing,
because you are nothing in my thoughts!
I didn't give words out of pity,
because words are used for sympathy;
but it's all been done for nothing,
nothing is left but memory!


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What are our years!

 (To My best Friend Ira)
-----------------------------------------

What are our years!

We will forget all troubles,

and bad problems!

Let’s say to them, «bye-bye!»  

The far moorages still await us, 

The fine white ship will carry us

to our distant dreams.

We will be as before, true to our hope. 

We will not forget our belief,

And we shall open a door for our love.

We shall throw away all cares

And we will forget about our illnesses.

All will come true for us now!

Indeed, somewhere, 

in the center of the world,

a firebird awaits us,

The bird of our happiness.

Without both of us, she

Certainly will die. 

Go away, all our troubles and sorrows!

What are our years!

We must float to our DREAM, 

And with luck, we will be in it soon!


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Jonny


My dear  dog  Jonny, we are alone with you.

All in the house is silent, only hours mutter.

What days have come!

And nights! Ah, what nights!

How the poplars are fresh!

Bird – cherry tree! Inhale her quickly!

The in-love earth is shaking. 

She is drunk from fine aromas.

Well? But do not bark, do not bark!

Do not annoy neighbours!

Our May was crowned today

on an empire of songs, filled with the scent of lilac!

All the night the lights burn on the banks of Volga,

Horns of ships are crying disturbingly. 

My dear Jonny, we are not alone,

because this delightful May is with us!


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WHY?

Why does life have to be so complicated?  Why is it
that everything I ever wanted and dreamt of as little
girls is the complete opposite?   Are my expectations
to high?  Am I too hard on myself? Why do I doubt my
ability of being good mother?  Did I fail as wife or
did he fail me as a husband?  It’s hard when someone means so 
much to you but you don’t mean the same to
them.  Insecurity has brought a dark shadow over me,
I feel as if I am not worthy of being me, I am no
longer beautiful, but have I ever been?  The doubts
that cloud my mind bring upon an unexplained sense of
insecurity that make me doubt myself in so many
ways.  I used to be strong and full of joy and
laughter.  Am I going through a change of life or is
my life being changed by someone who does not share
the same dreams as I do?  Do I keep fooling myself
that one day I will be that person’s priority?  But
how can I be a priority to someone else if I’ve lost
myself in the darkness of complete distrust. Why?


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Flowing Crimson

Today I awoke to a world of sadness,
Bound with imperfection and madness.
Spiraling ever down, away from the Light,
With tattered wings incapable of flight.
Far, far away from my true home,
As wandering nomad this soul doth roam
Through worlds of lies and disorder
With open eyes I realize the horror
Of Love that I still hold for distraught.
A Demon's touch, so searing and hot,
To possess, to want, have and hold,
To listen, to scream, shout and scold.
I am a Lonestar shinning amongst the Dark,
With touch of warmth and song of Lark,
And ebbing tides of pain and lust
Ever scarred by touches of trust.
They still my oxygen until I am blue,
Boiling me down to something true.
The truth that calls me back to Life
By flowing crimson and ending strife,
All the lessons learned and ever taught
Were all in vain, and utterly naught.
For today, I awoke to a world of sadness.