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I found a place of
divine intervention
The Land of Italy
The Towers of
Sorrento and Capri
So it is,
I fell in love
with this place
a country so full of grace
Italy with history of war,
volcanoes, earth and sea
People friendly, loving, caring...
Sorrento luring me into
it's piano bars and night life
fragrances of food
touching my hunger
Onto Assisi, historical buildings
and Churches meet
A quaint town lines
cobble stoned streets
Capri almost a country on it's own
an Island in the sea
A rock with a hole
the "Blue Grotto" it is called
at top a surface quite flat
they offer coconut drinks
and a cable car spat.
(c) Glen Harris 11/2/2000
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LOST !
(c) GLEN HARRIS
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I saw a man,....
with half a Soul,
half dead,
half alive,
half wanting,
the other half consuming
the drugs of pain,
yet resistance, avoids him,..
engorging.......
the Soul, the plug of life.
The epitome of existence,
was being destroyed by,..
annoyance of life.
Desecration of the D.N.A. system!
Abuse of the vessel
that proves his existence.
His body,
Without your body,
what does the Soul
plug into?
where does the Soul go?
once the body has
been desecrated,
and left Soul less,
how does it communicate
without the body?
how can the body
communicate ................
without the Soul?
It took time to desecrate
the Soul and make it half.
it will take time to
awake the Soul, to it's
original state.
Your Soul in your hands,
your Body it's Temple.
© Glen Harris March 2011
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If, the sun never shone
again it wouldn't be as bad
as not seen you for a day
if, the sea dried up
and all that was left was salt,
rub it in my wounds,
for even pain,
would not compensate for the loneliness
I feel without you.
you are my shah
you are my angel
you are my life
you are my love
If I didn't have your love,
life would be miserable
my love, the wall that separated
our world has fall
just as the Berlin wall fell.
You are all I have in this world,
A Breath from the mouth of God.
(c) Glen Harris
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so in love that you could catch the moon.
so in love that the sun's ray is soothing
that the fall doesn't penetrate the skin
have you ever wondered why?
When you're in love, life is tolerable!
have you ever been so much in love
so in love with the stars shining
so bright and everything that is wrong
just seems right.
so in love that whatever happens
you can stand by your lover
and take the pain away.
so in love that you would fight for your lovers honor.
so in love that the glory of love is love.
(c) Glen Harris
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Craters, silently sleep.
Land and People all at it's mercy
milleniums of years rising
suddenly hissing
Days of loud snoring
it's belly turning and churning
Gases rising from it's indigestion
as it liquifies the earth
It's relief spreads wide
to our misfortune
a mega explosion
as the crater finally throws up
exploding spew releases lava.
Fire balls directed at unknowing targets
it's ulcer has erupted
reshaping the land,
diminishing air quality
wiping out civilizations
creating new species
building earth where there was none
It's quiet.........
all that is left is it's chaotic
stance.
Devastation a reminder of it's presence.
For now,
It, sleeps again.
(c) Glen Harris
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Musty, earth scents adorn the air
aromas of the grass and flowers
lift into your lungs.
You know the rain is coming.
This is the rain,.....the rain of Africa,
..South Africa
Clouds linger, lightning strikes
thunder roars, the heavens
open and unleash a fury of water
Hard heavy pelting to the streets and walkways
cleans the gutters
washes the cars
ten minutes of torrential rain,
then sunshine, steam rising from the streets
grass sparkling with tear drops from the sky
(c) Glen Harris
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The tone of the piano crying,
the strum of the guitars
abrupt interruption,
extending an invitation
for the base's deep murmur
to accompany them in their misery,
drums beat to the drop of tears.
the violin screams,
agonizing sounds evolve,
involvement of the flute, and trombone,
giving clarity to orchestral sound
emanating from the stage.
Music in all it's glory, talks to us ,
with such meaning
whaling in unison to create,....
The Master.
The Master talks, our body senses are aroused
minds go into relief mode
Tearing everyday tension and stress away
lifting us higher to the power.
Filling our needs and wants.
Free of the empowering ridicules
of life and it's co-existers
As the Masters voice in musical instruments
finalize to a strum,... beat, .... tone.
The Masters message ends.
The piano cries no more,
in exhilaration of life once again.
It's last tear drop plinked.
Glen Harris
© March 2011
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Time has taken this Garden
full of life.
A Garden that blossomed
that was colourful
Beat it down,
with seasons of jealousy,
dried it up.
What once was,
is now barren.
Time has created a new Garden
removing the toxin and poison from the soil
given life to pollinated bulbs,
creating in it's viscous circle,
A Garden, a new way of life
a place to relax in,
taking years to create,
this garden of tranquility
place of serenity,
with myriads of colors
teasing as they explode into
a beauty once again
created by Nature
(c) Glen Harris
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arrives unnoticed,
waiting …
for the exact moment.
It arrives,
no matter
the situation,
the collector,
is successful.
Always,
the prize,
your soul,
your debt is paid
in full.
© Glen Harris 7 March 2011
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