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Listen in the silence and you may hear
Songs playing from yesteryear.
It could well be the Midnight Organ.
Those lyrics could have been Shakespeare’s or Shelley’s
The music Lennon or McCartney’s.
They speak of heartbreak and unfrequented love
And sometimes just plain old fashioned love.
Was he a soothsayer or did he just know
As he told us all he would save it for another year.
That year came and he set sail
He left behind a musical trail.
His songs are still sung, his words still spoke.
He deserves his fame, but his names not Jesus.
He certainly left foot prints on our hearts.
and to me they count as tiny changes to earth.
Do not pretend you know how I feel or where I have been
You do not, not unless you have walked a mile in my shoes
You do not know what I speak of
It is an undying pain that never ends
No you really have no apparent clue
Yes I've prayed to Him up above
I have begged Him to take the hurt away
And let me move on with my life
Let me once again, have control
But, for now, here is where He has me stay
No fame or fortune, but with hurt, pain, and strife
It runs deep through my veins right down to my soul
Broken hearted is the definition of my life everyday
Chills are heated to my core
And cuts me down to the bone
My ends will not any longer meet and are withered and frayed
Leaves me longing for so much more
Silent voices speaking such volumes of quiet screams which are heard so clearly as one long
moan
My misery runs endlessly deep
And it loves burning my mind and making sure I slowly lose my sanity
Look at me closely you will find that I am really falling apart
Here with barely anything but the emotions of being cold, lonely, and feeling weak
After awhile, though it is not so hard to believe all the calamity
I blame myself for all I go through still, it is the result of my wild, wild heart
Lord, be at my side when I knock on the door,
For I've sullied myself and I know the score.
If not for You He'd not let me in,
For I am unworthy and covered in sin.
Will You come with me when before Him I stand?
Will You speak for me, will You hold my hand;
For I am afraid Lord, and I am ashamed,
For my body and soul are ugly and stained.
I've been touched by anger and envy and lust,
By greed and vengeance and filled with mistrust;
But since You found me, I've tried hard to change.
It's been a slow process, but I've rearranged,
The way that I see things, the way that I feel.
It happened when finally, I knew You are real.
I invited You in and You changed my life.
I've slipped many times and there've been times of strife,
But You have stuck with me through thick and through thin,
And You never left me, You're my only true friend;
So, when the time comes will You come with me;
For as long as You're there the sin He won't see.
He'll listen to You if You'll speak for me.
He will forgive if You forgive me.
I'll no longer reek with the stench of my sin,
For You saved me and cleansed me and You brought me in.
Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.
Created in dreams
where doors and windows melt,
conceived in grass
where lonely hope has dwelt.
Carried in song
where every child feels safe,
performed with zest
like the dance of the Tawaif.
Discovered in bond
like schools of swirling fish,
revealed in prayer
where mindful times nourish.
Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.
Expressed in paint
where graffiti’s subtext is injustice,
proclaimed in print
where the struggle is against prejudice.
Spoken in word
where the demeaned speak out,
chanted in slogan
where oppressed people shout.
Embodied in law
where human rights must be codified,
accepted in norm
where man’s dignity can never be thrown aside.
Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.
In the labyrinth of stars, where shadows whisper secrets of ancient winds,
The world unfolds in shades of conformity, chaining minds in silence,
While fiery souls, flickering between these realms, seek the unseen tongue,
The language of freedom, pure and wild, defying the script of hollow forms.
Under the vast curtains of night, constellations paint untamed desires,
A silent rebellion against the song of uniformity, an ode to the restless heart,
Every dream, a rebel pawn on the cosmic board, dares to rise higher,
To speak in unsanctioned notes, where the rivers of creativity begin.
Melancholy weaves its silken threads through the minds of those who see,
The facades of gilded cages, the echoes of a masked, blinded world,
For life, in its relentless march, created a hell where truth did not dare exist,
In the hearts of those who shut their eyes, unchallenged by realities.
Yet, in the quiet corners of thought, where muses sing and shadows dance,
There lies a pulse, an uninterrupted rhythm, a whisper of untamed grace,
A rebellion woven in dreams, a silent but powerful advance,
Against the waves of conformity, to carve out a space.
In this river of consciousness, where thoughts flow like tranquil streams,
Blending fate with will, like waves clashing in a stormy embrace,
We wander through the corridors of time, lost in a labyrinth of dreams,
Seeking the unspoken language of freedom, to awaken the spirit's grace.
Life, an eternal sculptor, shapes paths with unseen hands,
Carving both joy and pain alike, in the marble of human hearts,
So let us heed the inner call, to shed the serene veils,
To speak in the language of freedom and embrace our creative parts.
Thus, under the ethereal light of the moon, in this suspended trance,
We murmur secrets to the night, yearning for the fleeting chance of truth,
To escape the scripted chains and let our souls advance,
Into the vast expanse of freedom's fervent dance.
For the language of society may bind the world in chains,
But the language of the creative spirit flows free, unrestrained,
And life will remain a tapestry of hidden, torturous pain,
Until the heart awakens, and the spirit is unchained.
I painted your heart today
anatomically correct and expectation abstract,
on canvas skin of stretched soul, taut extreme,
mixed media of memory, mania,
love fire and ire,
mixed disciplines of desire, devotion,
death and divinity,
Primed with a thick coating
of blood cream passion,
I used my thumb nails to outline
It's pump of pride,
I began with a pallette of poetry,
Midnight Blue, Angel White,
and Crimson Ink Sweat,
shaping muscle walls with palms
sliding through wet ache
brining together youth and wisdom
in hot pink,
I lay your veins enroute to the truth
of our pulse,
they glow violet in vast want
of virtue uncriticized,
purple oxygen and new born orange
unite into fresh flame
dancing on a breath of forever,
I bite a star into existence
and it shimmers into a simmer
of heated spit,
I have brushed your heart
into love incognito,
fine hazel sable tip tickling contours
that expand consciousness
into renewed innocence,
I can hear your laughter on the edge
of my pallette knife,
sighs that speak of heartbeat ecstacy,
and moans that mention the end of Time,
I trace our names
with my barbarous tongue
into the blood flow of our destiny,
heart dripping dreams,
spilling secrets into Future's wilderness,
using my sorrow sharpened teeth
and hands of tender iron,
I rip this heart work in half savagely,
and it bleeds unto the feet
of my need for You,
I frame the parts
within gilded tears of tragedy,
to reimind me of how love suffers,
a torn canvas makes two paintings,
that a heart in love cannot be two -
J.A.B.
You say it to be strength
that keeps us mounted on our horses high
You say it to be wisdom
that keeps my eyes from falling blind
You wish to say you speak the truth
You wish not to lie
But it is the false truths
You speak to the world
That keep you up at night
In the dark
You lie alone
Remorse fills your head
You are haunted by the hurtful things you have said
You know you can't undo what has already been done
One cannot un-pull the loaded trigger of a gun
You cannot unsoak what has already been drenched
Salty tears and hungry pain shall still be left
You cannot unbleed the blood you have shed
That knife that cut you is forever dyed red
we ask oh conscience!
most faithful friend.
you give comfort,ease,relieve, defend:
but if for some reason my dear friend would go ;
i;ll be left with my deadiest foe.
[for our conscience tells us that
we were not put here to play to dream or to drift,
we have hard work to do and heavy loads to lift.
so
blame not the struggle face it tis god gift.
are not these days evil but whose to blame
we just fold our hands in shame,
its time to stand up speak out in gods name.
be strong- doesnt matter what goes wrong ,
how hard the battle or how the day is long
fiant not fight on
for tomorrow comes a brand new song..
yet
hope springs eternal in the human breast
,man never is ,but always to be blessed.
know the youself ;persume not God to scam.
for the proper study of mankind is man.
the same ambition can destroy or save.
to determine weather you 're weak or brave.
honor and shame from no condition rise,
do well your part for thats where your honor lies.....
The stars fell on the house tonight
Causing wonder and some fright
In the mist of moonlight beaming
Heart was racing and rapid breathing
Eyes were open to new creations
And senses to strange sensations
Gleaming robes with golden eyes
Celestial beings from the skies
All around me they appeared
Then one told me not to fear
With trembling voice I did speak
Asking them what they seek
They came they say
Because I prayed
Then I saw a gift was or me
A present radiant in majesty
I tried to reach for the gift
Yet my arms would not lift
You can not recieve what yourself denies
Spoke the beings from the skies
In unison and with one voice
Said to me it was a choice
Then I felt myself transformed
And my life was reborn
Morning came and stars did fade
And I knew I was not the same
Everybody is talking, stripping myths from the night's sky,
Revealing stars as lonely sparks, hanging cold, up on high.
Telling me the distances, in light-years displayed,
Dispelling the ancient constellation patterns there arrayed.
Talking of the trillions, miles we’ll never roam.
Telling me that heaven is too far from home;
Counting grains of sand in an endless sea;
Draining all the meaning the skies once held for me.
Written in the stars tonight,
It's not their distance, not their age in light;
But the zodiac figures are what I feel is just right—
Written in the stars tonight.
See the ram is rising, pushing through the dawn.
See the bull of Taurus ploughing with its horn.
A lion in the summer with a burning golden mane.
A maiden with her harvest of golden, glinting grain.
Scales that hold the balance when daylight fades.
A scorpion in the shadows where weary wanderer strays.
A crab that guards the shoreline where the tides can sleep.
There's an archer flinging arrows far and wide into the deep.
A goat that climbs the mountains when the sky breaks through.
A water-bearer pouring fish into a lake that's calm, solemn blue.
Written in the stars tonight,
Looking up above, left and right,
Ancient minds offer the only real insight—
Written in the starlit stories, tonight.
So I’m turning from the stats of measured sky.
Back to where the stories and shadows lie.
Where myths still creak, twinkling specks still speak,
Of things we all cherish, things our hearts want to keep.
Written in the stars tonight,
Looking up above, left and right,
Ancient minds offer better insight
Into the myths that still can ignite—
Awe and wonder in eyes bright with delight,
Seeing what's written in the stars tonight.
Not in cold and endless might;
But in the ancient stories we can cite —
As written in the stars tonight,
Written in the stars tonight.