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(Groom speaks...) In this world are things to contemplate. Therefore, life can be complicated. Stairs we must climb to overcome conflict. Heaven is an open door of realities. As my adoration of you is metaphoric, I am blessed that you feel the same. We are together as one. Our passion flows. Our ardor is aglow. (Bride speaks...) In this life are confrontations. We must address our demons to form our inner being. Nothing is more than the characteristic of self-worth. I see yours darling and it is me. May I be shallow in the passion I feel? I adore you. I am yours. Let's share this with the world. (Groom speaks...) I asked you to marry me. You said yes. My head start spinning. I felt the depth in my chest. Our marriage vows have been written. Our big day has come. I am your man. You are my woman. (The Groom says his written vows.…) Complicated the world may be. Our time together will be cherished by the passion we feel. You are my paradise and my sunshine. I am yours until the end of time. Our life, as one, is intertwine with all aspects. As a tree grows, so does our lust. As a river flows, so does our thirst. As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our fascination accept our conundrums. I will ardor you forever. (The Bride says her written vows.…) Complicated the world is. Our time together we cherish. You are my sunshine and my paradise. I am yours until the end of time. Our life, as one, interweaves. Life aspects will challenge each. Our fervor defeats all our troubles. As landscape flourish, so does our lust. As lea bravado, so does our thirst. As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our infatuation withstand any rival. Our ardor is dominance. Our ardor is exuberance. (Bride speaks...) I adore you my man! (Groom speaks...) And I, adore you my woman! (Music continues to play in the background until the symphony ends.) _____________________________________________________________| PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 04, 2014!
Four in one, nine baptised, I hear you say legalised fraudlence, Promises air-conditioned highways and streets, Salaries and wages without working, An easy life made sweet and comfortable. Now, all can join the bandwagon of rigging, Of Moonslide Marsslide victories, With babies and peoples ritually sacrificed, Received with glee by their lord, The god of politricks.
Since joining just yesterday, I have not had much to say, As I sit here idle, Waiting for a title, I watch as you pass my way, I am honored to be here, While a select few may jeer, Mostly I can see hope, From the end of my rope, Bringing about a joyous tear, For all poets who have been called, Disenchanted or enthralled, Our mission always true, We inform and move you, To make you act or make you halt, To rise above and expound the truth, Or to lose ourselves in a groove, Whether blatent or far out, We live to learn - live to shout, About love, laughter or the blues, For although I may be new, To this small poetic group, I see what you've built, With talent and skill, Namely this Poetry Soup,
Uncle John Waterhouse once wrote: Gather ye rosebuds while ye may That means carpe diem But if you're not so daring, seize the day You can seize the day by Sucking the marrow out of life Because one day, we will all keel over, die And then become nothing more Than food for worms We all do what we can To enjoy the life we have But if you do not understand There is a phrase I want you to remember: It is something that you should know This is how it goes: Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero But again, if you're not feeling so daring: Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future
I. The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency, The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency", Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency, Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies, These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy, Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy, Not meant for agilely minded Perverts, Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah II. Reading to the salient ears of age, Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn, Seeing men's rage shorten their years, Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become, Easy skanking is what my ears hear, A tip of God given talents, Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent", God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah
If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word
Remembering that Valentine's Is just an off kilter lie And love is cruel and hateful A salted drink splashed in your eye Perhaps you will live your life For no one else's fame Clutching for no other's gaze Far ways from the game But no, you want to fall in love Just like all the rest Through warning friends will say to you Alone is for the best Gods look down and laugh at us Like a sitcom, only real And so they grin and snicker And let their laugher out in peels Hope is all we try to keep When love just isn't fair There's just no help for us you see 'Cause Cupid doesn't care
As I walk out into a deep sea of blue I start to feel the new morning dew Wanting to escape to the welcoming stars I leave behind the pain of all scars Swept away in this speckled blanket above I know the stars are full of secrets and love I ponder and share the thoughts in my mind The dreams and secrets that I may once find Soon I know this magical darkness will fall And all will continue, our natural known call So now let all found secrets be told As will our sought out dreams unfold
Everyone has to learn... To be a gull One day... It will be your turn In a sky... Perfect too Upwards I flew.... To meet you For, in us all Is a Jonathan Livingston Bursting through Gulls flight... In me and in you It is the spirit that takes us all... Reaching new heights New skies New flights We all dream Some chose to be.... Gulls on the sea This is me.... As I sit, watching the going down of the sun The gulls swoop and turn I savour the thought Can I become.... One of those... Who fly until the day is done One day.... I will come as a gull Fly over the sea Swoop and turn with glee What it is to be free One day it will be
All I feel Not in the mind All in the heart I feel, and you are here All in the heart.. Is all I feel You are near Think... Live... Breathe... All in the heart The eyes, see... The heart... Infinately All you feel.. Inside of me.. All in the heart.. All you can see.. All in the heart.. The universe Feel for me All you can see
Do you believe in the things that you've always known, Can you understand the things you've been shown. Is it the visions you see that make you believe, Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived. The pain you feel a never ending ache , Tearing your heart and soul from you every day. Time ticks slowly pounding away at you, Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do, Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams, Because it has all the signs that what it seems. How much should a man endure to find his way, It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day. There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused, Especially when you've discovered that you've been used. I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts, But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out. Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me, In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see. Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways, I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days. Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow , Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know. tac
What constitutes a shoe? The leather bound tongues of inglorious pomp, ambling midst the glades… pugilistic caffeine panders solely to the soul, ergonomically agile, bar the finest detail… eye-lashed straps entrenched in the name, toiling syllabic misnomers, shorn against the scornful blood of erstwhile colonialism, perpetually in memorandum…
A Friend. Associates, I've had so many But let us speak of friends. It be a term so often used But I'm the worst of men When it comes to picking holes in things And a true authentic friend He be as rare as rocking horse poo. On a friend you can depend. A friend would be there to the end He'd take naught for himself Oh yes a friend be wonderful And adds to life much wealth You know that when the chips are down And the whole wide world looks grim That friend will always be with you His light will never dim. This be as rare as hens teeth But when the day does come That you find this special friend Your life will cheer up some She'll always soothe and comfort you And make you feel real great A friend is someone sent to you By the tender hand of fate Cherish him or her so much Cause when some-one your heart does touch There ain't no treasure on this Earth There nothing that could have the worth Of the one who loves and listens to And gives support always to you A true friend he till forever He will not betray you, never!
I have won the lottery Though the numbers are not drawn. I'm promised that it's foolproof, So my waiting won't be long. I have my winning ticket Mounted to the wall. Each day I bow down to it Praying for the draw. These numbers are quite special. A wise man told me so. He said he got the numbers From another long ago. You've got your set of numbers, But they are not like mine. I'd say that's rather foolish Because my numbers are divine. There can only be one winner And mine is guaranteed. You'd better change your numbers, So you can be as smart as me.
In my quest for this mission, Many days and nights I prayed, But plagued by selfish visions, I asked what the Spirit had to say, The battle engulfed self and spirit, Screams of desire flooded my mind, While fierce haunting demons appeared, My voice of reason was such confined. Yet the Spirit moves in silence, And while this Spirit ever grows, It ever gently reminds us, By whispering gentle blows, Thus the tranquil wind, Burst in upon the storm, And the quieting din, Deafened hellish horns, And in hush's sweet embrace, The Spirit within me said, Messages filled with grace, Of how others must be fed. Give them glimpses of wonder, Inspire them with your faith, Yes, give them much to ponder, Yet in a much more simple way. Don't lose them in scripture, But to the word remain true, Only teach that which is sure, And that which you can prove. There will be those who oppose, All that I would have you say, But this is why you were chose, For this great mission today. For you have been surely blessed, With a faith complete and whole, You've been prepared for this test, Now go and share what you know. And keep in mind your quest, To gather the children who know, That love's the answer to this test, Upon which a true Church can grow. Now I come before you today, For help in spreading this word, For its the Church we must save, To find a path true and sure. The end times are now upon us, We need to be better prepared, With a Church which is more just, To embrace those lost and scared. Our Church should always be righteous, And offer salvation's warm embrace, It should help the groom to find us, And with our lamps full we will wait. But our task reaches further still, As there is much work to be done, For we need to ensure God's will, On earth as it is in heaven! We'll teach love and forgiveness, Of both trespasses and debts, Our mission does not glorify us, Rather the Lord who gave us this quest. Once we believe our mission complete, Humility will show us we have more to do, And we will always endlessy seek, That which the Spirit tells us is true. And above all we will keep in mind, That it takes a heart wide and great, Filled with all the love we can find, To pass through the narrow gate. So a call to action must be made, For our great holy quest has begun, Visit us whether or not you're saved, At True Christian Church dot com.
Please allow me to introduce, Without any pardon or excuse, A man who needs no introduction, To those he's given instruction, A man who has always helped me, To understand extreme fallacy, Through guidance and edification, He spreads his extreme education, Now he never reserves his lessons, And always leaves his impressions, Upon those he teaches his schtick, For he is our scholastic mechanic, Always he tinkers under the hood, To find the best of what is good, And now without further adieu, I am proud to present to you, A man who's mind always races, And affords us other head cases, A view most definitely skewed, By great wisdom and high I.Q., A man whom I proudly call my brother, Who's humble wit makes him tougher, Than my boastful wages however manic, …Our G-Man the scholastic mechanic!
I have half a mind, To just let go, Let go of notions, Which plague me so. What's it really matter, If I lose or if I win, Isn't it that I played, That matters in the end? I played from the heart, And gave it all I got, With honor and pride, I've attained this spot. But like I said before, You know I have half a mind, To just let it all go, No more effort, no more trying... But the other half sustains, That which I am thankful For, Pushing me with great strength, I can take flight and soar. And the higher I fly, From efforts past spent, The greater I espy, The grandness of men. Oh I have half a mind, To give up, throw the towel in, But I still have half a mind, To find a way to soar again!
Chills of comfort as smooth as skin grazing grey stones. In the next room- technology is hard at work churning, turning while the guitar gently rifts. Harsh winds are whipping, we are lying above a pale yellow floor Dreaming- across a hazy tundra.
Pan and Satan. One morning I was walking in my garden When old Jupiter came up close to me. And standing by his side stood fair Demeter Who smiled at me so warm and tenderly. She said "my son we've come to give our blessings And we've a story we would like to tell. Of how the great God Pan turned into Satan And child I hope that you will listen well. For Pan he was the god of natures beauty And he wore no taint till Satan came along. He'd play his pipes so gaily in the meadows Though sometimes there was mischief in his song. Then Satan said to pan "well I don't give a damn I'm going to steal your horns and make you me. Then I'll build a master plan and strike some fear in man So always he will live in misery. And that's the way old Pan became young Satan Yet still the old one dances deep within. But if the two had never joined together Then where would dwell the ugliness of sin. 1990
Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter Eye for Eye. Folk were listening to our lord Such a crowd had gathered round The news of this enigma Had spread from town to town. The multitudes all came to him To hear the words he spake He'd been speaking there for quite a while And the day was getting late. The lord with Passion in his tone He told those multitudes {There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners The good Lords words, their food} He said to them "now you have heard An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth But I give you another law So listen to my truth". "Do not resist an evil person When struck on the right cheek Turn to him the other also Just hear these words I speak If someone wants to sue you And take your tunic too Then let him have your cloak as well This, I do say to you". If someone makes you walk a mile Then walk with him for two. Give what one may ask you for This be the thing to do. If someone would borrow from you Then do not turn away. Hear ye this, it be the truth These words you hear me say".
Fierce as cold winds blow, On a blustery winter's morn, The raging battle brings horrors, Such that man has never known. For the dark rapture approacheth, And the Lord's wrath is at hand, Salvation's gate now closes, And woe is the fate of man. I sit here now in stark terror, As I read the prophets report, I can't imagine any scarier, Stories told me of my Lord... And a man who soon comes, To set all this in motion, One to whom many will succumb, A wolf dressed in sheep's clothing. The story does have a great ending, But only for those who believed, Who found the message he was sending, These few who will be received. But what of the rest of man, Who for pride or gluttony fall, Just where do these men stand, When we're through with it all. Keep reading - the story's complete, For after the gates are closed, In the lake you will still see, Those who were damned and opposed. Now by fire we are seasoned, Is a lesson we should know, And thus we can now reason, Where these poor souls go. To learn more lessons, And perhaps someday become, After fair sessions, The Lord's prodigal sons.
It's hard when I see so much pain, Filled with life's many hardships, All these troubled souls praying, For miracles through their worships, Even at home they are lost, And muddle through their days, 'Release us from our lots', They cry out from their maze, Yet I find it even harder still, When I must stand here and watch, With neither the way or the will, To give what little I've got, So Lord I pray you fill my cup, Give me the success and station, Where hope can spring from love, To answer all this frustration, Let me afford more than simple words, Grant me the means to answer prayer, Lay before me a path true and sure, To receive great fruit I can share, My life has taught me so very much, As my prayers so often are granted, I know what it means to be touched, By the charity of the enchanted, It brings a life of such great hope, To you and all of those you love, It helps you to widen your scope, And great faith when times get tough, So today Lord I finally pray, For something I never have before, I pray for riches so very great, That I would never need to ask for more, Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez, Great wisdom and eternal good health, The power to shape the will of others, And all the prayers I leave on the shelf, And I pray that I remain steadfast, In service to you through my fellow man, And you answer this prayer however crass, Before this poem is written by this hand.
With a mass influx of background radiation Strengthens the idea of a cosmic inflation Ten seconds of magic starting with a bang Leaves religious hearts with a heavy pang What before was that of a mysterious bubble Was to be unwound by the discovery of Hubble That creation is expanding at the speed of light Makes the naked eye struggle for a clear sight To only that of which our minds can observe Which some do believe is shaped in a curve Believed before that it was in fact much flatter For not in parallel lines can keep this dark matter In this space appears to be no electric charge Keeping Apollo at bay, and Armstrong at large What conditions would allow life of intelligent form? Or withstand heat or the sweep of a galactic storm Into the mass amount of scientific speculation The idea of which a metric theory of gravitation Can imply through discovery of Einstein's Ring Even light from a far, will make your eyes sting So even now we can see those many stars And some assume we could even have life on Mars But what about that gaping hole in the Milky Way? That feeds on the mighty energy and light as its prey A region of spacetime where nothing can escape Hidden between the stars in its invisible cape Through event horizon time ticks more slow To truly unravel space, that we may never know
Since It's very hard living in these days & times I don't mean pick up a gun & gather a group to help you run A campaign Must be created & implemented with Thought & Education Unless you rather spend your time behind bars in frustration Without freedom of your own god given talents I'm not trying to say these words to draw interest through ballads I say them to educate to the revolutionary thinker Power is something we all think of Rarely we realize what it really takes to attain Power with the correct education will stabilize & stimulate the brain Money will rescue you from the debts of poverty Without a strategy to think The oppressor is waiting for us to unite & fight They have one button tactics that will blow us in the blink of an eye sight To supersede We must revolutionize the mind to encourage ourselves away from any form of evil "Revolution means Bloodshed" So that means we must help socio- systematically Self encourage a systematic finance for our own people Because we used to have ownership What we must re create Is a tactic Intelligently revolutionizing black & white people empowerment Re-developed economic business entreprenuer thinkers Self created invention & services That will annialate the mental & physical mass consumption of consumer dreamers
In our lives filled with lofty goals, We may reach for much beyond our means, And as interest is piqued and grows, We sell wisps of notions as our pipe dreams, Yet while news breaches concerned factions, Of those who would off-hand discount our plan, You may well consider these actions, To be the final throes of a desperate man, Watch me rush headlong at windmills, Listen to my brave and salient battle cries, For with nothing I easily afford the shills, This puffery of pipe dreams which may sink or rise, Take account of what may be lost, Incredible credible reputations, So to me the onus is tossed, And I afford pipe dream facilitations, But as prospect becomes tangible, And peppered pipe dreams begin to spin, Overt liability then manageable, The need for my Quixotic services thin, The writing's on the wall distinct and clear, Yet I long for the impossible it seems, Where I keep the company of the grand seer, And remain the nexus of fantastic pipe dreams. - Before I get too much bad press here I want you to know the term 'Puffery' means to build something up with flowery language.
Tribute to Bob Dylan I remember well when I was young And music was my thing There was Billy, Elvis Cliff Richard And to me these guys did bring Wonderful moments in my life As I bought all of their stuff But then this other guy came out And Lord, that was enough My interest it went to him Who changed the status Quo His name it was Bob Dylan And me I watched him grow From a young folk star, to a rock legend He did change music's face As he prophesized some potent things That would touch the human race. He told us in his screaming voice [As he played his mystic role] That all the sons and daughters Would be out of our control He sang of the whole world changing And I'm seeing that come true Oh Yes, that old Bob Dylan I loved what he did do.
Forgiving The Unforgivable. I held my peace and sung a song, that echoed through the righteous hall, my right, my truth, all put to wrong! As judgment fine had met the pall. How can there be a better way, to tell the world of foul play, than those, your words, that captivate, and that, my looks, you separate; your lies, your tricks, my punishment! In years to come a sure lament; but life shall only last its days, until the sun these men does gaze; then deeds shall bind our spirits such, would implore it the heaven's touch, so again shall meet face to face, when shattered is the time and space, there I shall pardon and forgive, as not in this dimension live, and from this burden be relieved, that had a trusting friend deceived, and yes, I have just this to say, that friends and foes alike decay, but on that day, you I shall see, as an error of mortality. I hold my peace and sing this song, That echoes through the righteous hall, My right, my truth, all put to wrong! as judgment fine has met the pall. R.N.Khan, © 2012
Silent times Sometimes, I really do not care About anything at all My mind goes kind of quiet then My mode is kind of cool And all I really want to do Is sit here looking in Forgetting all the world outside Forgetting all the din There's a time to send ones energy And circle it around But then there comes a sacred time When the harmony is found Waiting there within the dark To hold one cozily A time to be in her soft clutch And bask there happily. Then when the muse has been recharged It's time to wander back And let the words come pouring out Cause just along the track The wind, the flowers and dancing trees Have replaced the mystery So now the words they may flow free With much more energy.
Inspired by and based on L'Étranger by Albert Camus I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me I'll pass you by like a memory Of innocence and ignorant bliss. I feel nothing every time we kiss I feel nothing each day I'm alive Nothing matters, we're all gonna die When and how, I could not care less I don't care for the life over which you obsess It can be changed but should I bother? This life is just like any other So taciturn and disarrayed Oh, didn't Mother die today? Reflecting the sunshine on the blade of a knife To turn away or to take his life? I stopped to think as he hit the floor His breathless body took four more Now I'm being punished for refusing to lie If my life is the price then I'll sacrifice I am not like you, I refuse to pretend And if truth equals crime then I will not amend It can be changed but should I bother? This life is just like any other So taciturn and disarrayed Oh, didn't Mother die today? But I found myself in this nothingess And learnt to embrace the indifference The end is nearing but there is no pain For some strange reason, I feel happy again I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me My blind rage has washed me clean Proud to say that in this life so absurd I never belonged to your condemned herd I could have changed it but I didn't bother This death is just like any other So taciturn and disarrayed Oh, dear Mother, I'm alive again
The world's just not the same This empire in decline Roses don't smell as sweet Only grow half their size And I say.... Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside? And I say... Baby, doesn't it make you want to cry? Let's protect ourselves From the coming flood Won't need no bullets Just our shield of love Let's protect ourselves From the coming storm Won't need no raincoats While love keeps us warm Time to put more wood On the dying fire Of hope Time to add more love Gonna raise this Sinking boat And I say.... Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside? And I say.... Baby doesn't it make you want to cry? You're all I need To get through this Doom and gloom Your love for me And my love for you.
It's a Christian Thing… When our freedoms are challenged, and our faith is denied, When life hangs in the balance, equality decried, Our solemn call to action, necessary and good, May be called into question, even misunderstood, Freedom from oppression, on which our country was built, Our forefathers lessons, a nation's pride now distilled, Building society, where freedom can ring, I say with great piety, its a Christian thing! We always acknowledge, those with different views, Afford them the privilege, and the freedom to choose, But we built this great land, in this peculiar way, To give freedom to man, and what he has to say. But let us not forget, the reasons for these freedoms, To each serve our Lord best, and unite in these seasons, For it is love of our neighbors, of which we now sing, Our response to our Savior, it's a Christian thing! America the beautiful, of which I am proud, Patriotic and dutiful, we answer out loud, Don't tread on us, or our God given rights, Don't give us causes, for which we will fight. Now as a nation, we will turn the other cheek, For we're taught patience, and when to be meek, But don't doubt for a moment, our resolve or the power of our sting, As we give you time to foment, it's simply a Christian thing.
Capricorn the mountain climber The goat he is relentless He'll cimb the higest hill Just a wee bit at a time With his gigantic will He tends to take life seriously But he can laugh at his own self This man will try to seek his fortune And accumulate some wealth. He be the father of this Earth He likes to take control And sometimes he will be considered As drab, and often dull He's reliable, you can count on him When you need to get things done He'll often work so very hard He'll forget to have some fun. He has a lot of patience And he can put his mind A hundred percent on anything And him you'll often find Working out some problem Until he gets it right And for the people in his life He'll put up quite a fight. 23 September 2013 @ 1422hrs.
The crowd pushes as your soul pulls, You along your path to obscurity, Where the light is engulfed, By the clouds of eternity... Timidly you lag behind, Lost in the eddies of time, And slowly you trudge, To the same old grind... But for the one who sees, Dreams in splendored color, The seeker holds the keys, As one searches for the other... Sparks of desire flood your mind, While the cold dark streets glow, From burnt embers lost in time, And mounds of dashed hopes below... You thrash and flail in utter desperation, And you need that which can not be known, Unless one is seasoned by your imagination, When the dream is passed and the hope is grown... Then it comes to you in a flash, Love must be shared to exist, So to others your hope is passed, And your light escapes the mist... The seeker surveys the vast multitude, To find the source of the light, Where the gift of hope was shared and grew, Piercing the thin veil of night... And to these dreamers is dared, A glimpse of wisdom anew, For you who love and share, A saga awaits you... Prepare to finally see, The source for finding purpose, In all that you do and can be, Lies in what you can do for us... For selfish deeds trap us, And kindness offers you much more, Once you apply this to practice, Blinding light will pour forth... And as the secret is shared, Love rekindles the awakenings, Among all those lost and scared, Wonder and awe the new day brings... Remember the grandness of this tale, The next time you find yourself lost, For what you offer is the holy grail, So much hope... for so little cost! My Gull Wheels On!
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
As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter The Sannyasin. Alexander said to Dandamis "Old man you come with me For I need me a sannyasin To take across the seas. Hey you be just a beggar man I'll make you rich indeed You'll live a life of luxury With everything you need. Dandamis standing naked there With silence in his essence He had no fear at all did he In the mighty leaders presence. He said "I'll give you nothing friend And there's nothing that I need So Alexandra drew his sword Tried to make the beggar plead. Dandamis laughed and said these words With power in his voice "You can put that sword right through my heart My friend, that be your choice. But I left this body long ago I have no use for it So pierce this heart my fine young friend It won't harm me a bit. Alexander he was beaten By a fearless beggar man Though he had won most of the world Dandamis foiled his plans. The beggar said "You say you're great But that's not true at all For any man that thinks he's great He be merely a fool
A Hopeless Being. Oh Lord! Before in hell forsake, dreams do remove from all the men; strip them, their hope away do take, or shall in hell rebel again. The dreams I dream they aren't mine, but of that learner courting hope, at nightfall are a humble shrine, in peaceful slumber envelop. in sleep such obscure visions come, while vulnerable am I whole, the hostile sights my heart do thrum, in mixed melody is my soul; their beauty what does signify, and those faces that are ne'er real! Now do our breaths they dignify or negate all --that we do feel. Is poor most a dreamless being, with flightless nights and yearnings sour, his curse is a mind of stable seeing, disowning growth forevermore. Isn't useless hope that ne'er pays, is present yet as thin as air, though in the eye it always stays, but to the reason seldom there; these drinks of dreams I do condemn, but life and death come from this cup, I might have given up on them, but will they ever give me up. R.N.Khan, © 2012
I am not made a full blown beauty.. Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety.. All I like to do is to live with identity.. Not of being a witty but a life of humility.. I tried to be a more social person.. Cracking out the shell I have put up.. Breaking from my own weakness.. Doing best in my found strengths.. I have craved to reach out to people.. Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness.. Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings.. Regardless of who they are and where they from.. They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.." but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.." I give due and equal chance.. As my God have freely given me opportunities too.. We people are living in same earth.. Different are we because of status, faith or race.. Let not this be the reason for us to be divided.. Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions.. By: olive_eloi 22/10/2013 1:16am
I hear all these Democrat politicians Tell their countrymen that we need gun control What kind of idiotic pencil pusher? Thinks that this country has to control The very object that helped this country Win its freedom from a tyrant monarch I bet that none of these twig-bodied, Pencil-pushing geeks have ever once Been down to a hunting club And have just for once talked to The simple men whole liveleihood is Just what they carry in their hands It is not just what they hunt with But it is their pride, too That gives them them the drive and determination To shoot all the deer and turkeys That crosses their tree stand That is why I salute all those people and the NRA So we can tell all those beaurecrats to shut up
The soul of the virgin Our Virgin is so practical So critical she be She's always hard upon herself Her words come loose and free If she thinks that you have let her down She'll tell you this is so She's very clever with her hands And she really likes to know. She does her best in everything Meticulous is she She be one of the clever ones She's kind and she will be A boon to anyone who needs her She's so dependable She can't abide in ugliness Of any kind at all. She has a downer on herself She thinks she is not liked She analyzes everything She can look into your psyche She won't be fooled by anyone And she worries about her health Just to get to know this lady Is a valid source of wealth. 12 August 2013 2 1300hrs.
In Youth-less Age Though gentle, hopeful drifts we brood, but age our wont be kind enough, in threescores is when life imbued, will partial be the earthly stuff; but you'll still be my fancy then, when Suns shall be the Shallowest, and dry as those days --my fingers, pen! Diluting the persistent best; then shall I my own mind bereave, when servile times would near a close, but will your eyes, mine still deceive, that greater truth than life propose. The understanding of our earth, up till we stay, --the way shall give, entwine when with a lovers mirth, we not our age but more shall live; there I shall be a part of you, though life may still not worthy be, but time the hearts as one does sew and breeds the soul's eternity. Soon ladies fine with auburn head, in youth's subservience shall grow, with shadows white and lips blood red, to whom the haste --the world will owe; but, by the words that reason frowns, and those that cost if cared for less; within the gardens, across all towns, just you my dame this heart possess, as your my gardens cherished fruit, could time nor age do you wrong, your grace can shift a hand from mute, such do my rhymes to you belong, and the words, claims that come to me, be their center, and my days renew, until the time this soul is free, and life us quells, an end pursue; the end of the sojourn we made, shall love then still be intense more, when breaths and sight move to a fade, like youth, your age --I shall adore. R.N.Khan, © 2012
A tooth from a mouth An eye from a socket Plucked in a drought Rot in a pocket An empty space Where a throat might have been The caul of a face The trace of a chin A clasp and a brace Fold like a grin Clot like a cake Grate like a whim As ago meets afar In the here and now In the crease of a scar And the pleats of a brow Written by © Raven Drake
Life isn about keeping score of right and wrong. It's not about how many people you call. And its not about who you'ev dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, who you've hasd sex with , which boy or girl likes you or who played you or who you've played. It isn't about the color of your skin ,or the color of the skin you date. It's not about your shoes clothes, hair, money, or colleges that accept or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that ! But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. Its about trust, happiness, and compassion. It's about sticken up for ya friends, and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. Its about choosing to use your life to touch someoneelse's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. THE CHOICES ARE WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT!
The joy of the pheasant shoot. Getting set for the big event The good folk do their stuff They beat the earth with sticks, do they? With their little dogs so tough They flush those pheasants from the scrub So all can have some fun Killing them with smiling faces As they fire beloved guns. Then as the pheasants in a panic They bolt into the sky Our hero's with their guns in hand Make sure that hundreds die As the air is filled with the cracking sounds As birds fall all around Just so these fools can get there jollies These corpses cover ground. I wonder sometimes if these hero's Have any souls at all That they could get such satisfaction Doing these acts so cruel Sometimes it leaves me speechless At the way folk get their pleasure Killing beauty just for fun Is an ugly kind of leisure. 10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs
Election Day Last week was our election It's been going on for weeks From the space where I was standing It all looked kind of bleak The chance of labor leaders Getting the ruling hand There'd been some inside fighting They weren't looking too grand. But when I thought about it It didn't really matter All these fools, it seems to me Are only noisy chatter They promise this, they promise that And then what do they do? Nothing, absolutely naught They say is ever true? So anyway I was lucky What by accident, I done Was muck up on the valet sheet I failed on every one Of those boring little boxes That were staring up at me But I really did not want to vote So it was meant to be. 11 September 2013@1720hrs.
The power 0f Scorpio Scorpio, she has the power Her approach is so intense She'll delve into her deepest depths Where her secrets are entrenched She' mostly mellow, but look out She well might blow a fuse From anger kept held deep within Self -control she well may lose She's the saint, or she's the sinner Could be either one of them But she will want to live her life Not like the rest of them Because she'll like to ponder She'll delve so deep within Take a look into her dungeon Get lost within the din. She's loyal to her loved ones And never lets them down Once she has accepted you She'll often take you down To places most don't want to go Introduce you to your soul Transformation rules her life It be wrote within her role. 17 August 2013 @ 0633hrs.
Life is filled with trepidation For both the young and old But with a little dedication Following through will take hold Just follow through, your told Remember when learning to bat The ball went sailing by Dad said there's nothing that you lack Just follow through and it will fly Just follow through and it will fly When a cute girl got your attention And you had a chance to meet How to ask her out, was the question Just follow through; she'll think you're sweet Just follow through; she'll think you're sweet Then college was a load to manage Too many choices blew the mind Though was told to get an advantage Just follow through; don't fall behind Just follow through; don't fall behind I was on the edge for marriage to begin But afraid to make that committal Yet, she'd follow me through thick and thin Just following through answered the riddle! Following through answers all riddles!
I always thought of heaven, as a warm, New England Fall day. The leaves were shining brighter than the street post lamps at midnight. I'm cruising along the highway. Passing scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing- perhaps we are all just standing on the great shoulders of the men and women who were before us? Everything that was -is fortunately apart of today. And I write- because it relieves my pain. I create because it's nice to remember how to love. Am I therefore less worthy, if I one day choose to make money, off my lovely creations? What if Hitler had become an artist? Legend has it at one time, that's what he wanted out of life. What if Hitler had become an artist? What if someone had embraced this passion, this skill? He could have sipped wine, painted on blank canvases, and basketed in reflection of the moon. He could have Made love, and wrote songs, and Praised God, for the fortune of being able to dream. Instead, He abandoned his love for creation, His love of art, praised only the devil and became crazed with hate, millions were slaughtered, millions had to pay the price. How tragic can life be? But now, I'm Passing through scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing- perhaps we are all just standing on the great shoulders of the men and women who were before us? Everything that was -is unfortunately apart of today. we never know just how much shutting down one little, tiny, persons dream can effect so many other people's dreams. and the generations to come. What if Hitler had become an artist? would it have spared us some?
Another harsh Winter we must face It Matters not, no one can escape Fate Not Even The Gods With Bravery we shall Stand Strong In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid Fenrir Will Lay dead By Dawn's Perch Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar Protector's of Ragnorak The Army of The Gods The Lovers of Valhalla All of Midgard will sing Of our triumph and their Defeat Sadly all will come, In a twinkling To An Utter End Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil Do us well Remembrance of our noble deeds Is all well enough Sing the Song We Are The Einherjar
What does it take to step up to the plate? Every time there is a mistake Life seems unfair at times and you get out Other times "HOMERUN" is just shy of foul Family and friends are your team Communtication and practice prevent your defeat Without it you make mistakes and get tagged out or cause an ERA and begin to doubt So when it happens that final day when its bases loaded, two outs and your up to the plate 3 balls 2 strikes and your down by 3 You decide how its going to be Sure, in the end it doesn't matter who wins or loses The decisions in life always leaves its bruises
SEDUCTION OF A MAIDEN Song Lyrics By Victoria Anderson-Throop first draft notes penned on the moors of England in May 2006 (call also means visit) I remember When its morning I remember breezy spring I remember all the flowers I hear larks in meadows sing I remember When its autumn I remember red leaves fall I remember heartbreak clearly I remember your last call Hopeless Hopeless Hopeless, Hopeless is my name Endless Endless Endless, Endless is my shame I remember that last summer When the roses were so sweet I can smell their fragrant kisses When my world was so complete I remember winter coming When your kisses turned to ice I remember tears were falling I learned lovers pay a price Hopeless Hopeless Hopeless, Hopeless is my name Endless Endless Endless, Endless is my shame I remember When its morning I remember breezy spring I remember all the flowers I remember how to sing (ALTERNATE ENDING) I remember when it''s morning All the heartache of the spring Love has stolen my sweet memories I've forgotten how to sing Hopeless Hopeless Hopeless, Hopeless is my name Endless Endless Endless, Endless is my shame
Life In A Vacuum! Nobody seems to notice, Nobody seems to care, I live in a vacuum, Where there isn't any air… And the heart in my chest, Grows more and more like lead, With my soul crushing down, I'm left here with a frozen frown, Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no… It's happening again, Someone now says that, They really like me and, They're my new best friend, But no one seems to notice, No one seems to care, When there's nothing more to give, No one cares if I live, Now with life almost gone, I tried my best to prove this wrong, The world's full of people, Who do not get along… Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no… We're all out for ourselves, We can't see we're the same, Yet we don't help one another, but rather blow ourselves to hell, Oh, No one seems to notice, No one seems to care, We all live in a vacuum, Where there isn't any air… By My Gull Wheels On a.k.a. Michael Wilson
____________ Thy Prayer is Thy Word It is all way's with me I write them down as I pray That way, I can save them For some-other time For just another day;; _____________ I Let His Will be mind This, I do for so many reasons' This is not the blind Leading the blind... - Fore - He is always' on my Mind From now, till the end of time It give's me so much freedom His dream's are my faith An His faith is mind GF
1. I Am in luxury, My dreams have taken me there, My stood by decisions have gotten me Health and Wealth, At least I am not found in the Morgue, How else could I be here without Hardwork, Humility and God's blessings. 2 If the reverse were to be called upon then you would resurrect POVERTY, If I took defeat for A Companion, Then would I evidently languish till my Dying day, If I didn't sweat towards my dream, thus would I worship daily at Life's 'Abyssmal' Sanctuary, For as A Man I heeded Success's call.
HAVEN By Tom Brown Issues... Never once the good coming into the bad but the bad slowly becoming good Evolving from one into the other like a seesaw of drama and reality Varying only by what it is now Every time hitting just as hard Ripping into my soul only to heal itself over the hard times Questions from before become questionable Usually leading to more confusion Initially meant to ease the mind but becomes The never ending cycle of life In this time my will is tested Judgment swings it's hammer in due time Used solely to set me free from one hell and Soaring into what could be another Time consuming hole in which I may not return from...but Faith is Only giving me the drive to continue Life is a test inside another Looking from the outside inward Only to test me further and Warranting me my chance at something better in the future Maybe my life has more meaning than I thought Yet I still find myself tested Hopefully I can still go on Eventually the tests will end And my efforts to survive this will be noticed Rewarding me my freedom Then maybe I can find what I've always been searching for...
La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Msytique est la Specatatrice du Divine Elle Parle au mot que je ne comprends pas "Soilel vous deffinissez est mien Pourtant vous, vous laisser il saigner Comme un nouveau vin Triste - ons ne Saurant Jamais Triste - ons ne Verront Jamias" Parle a moi, si prestine La Mystique La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Specatatrice du Divine Ton Voix sefane dans Le Chanson entrain de Mourir
You work so hard, seven days a week Our lives are separate. They have to be. You're up in the morning and out by five I'm just coming in and barely alive I want to be with you but there's never the time So I just have to miss you, pretend that I'm fine I remember way back when you just couldn't wait To get home and see me just like a date Romance and passion were all that we knew I cared what I looked like and dressed up for you Well, at least I put make up on...what did you do? Ooops there I go, the unconscious slip This poem of love just turned into shi My hidden agenda, the anger and hate Projected on you like something I ate That wouldn't stay down, digest and vacate The vicious vindictiveness of love vs hate We're arguing again because you took the bait Karen M Feist
Inheritance squandered and strewn, appearing to discard his lessons of life, He became a wandering fool, starting over again and again, The destruction left in his wake, seemed to leave him nothing but torment and strife, But lessons learned along the way, secretly were stashed and kept by him, Now with greatest potential, finally he commits to redemption, Believing it essential, to share the knowledge of what he has learned, Our hapless fool now sets out, to design a most worthy commission, Which would finally allow, him to teach these lessons he has discerned, But now he knows he has gone, long past his last December, He's seen far beyond, what any man should ever see, Now he knows much more, than he cares to remember, For this life-long tour, defined who he has come to be, He is a transient soul, never wary or vigilant, Yet ever watchful he grows… in the knowledge of his quest, But now is history, and the future is eminent, Life's still a mystery, and he didn't try his best, Where are his straws to grasp, and firm ground to stand upon, Should he be called to task, for that which he should or shouldn't have done, Where is the ambition, he should have had all along, Just what was his mission, and would he have learned a different song, Answers can be all too easily found, once you have past your last December, But how can a sage's logic be sound, as all of life's lessons slowly fade away, And will he actually care, once there is much less to remember, As he has less and less to share… ignorance is bliss and this is where he will stay. So where does a December go, should you forget Spring, Summer and Fall, The stark cold winds begin to blow, hope is all but gone and prayers are hard, Might grace be found and faith rewarded, once there is nothing you can recall, Life's passions no longer recorded, life's last cruel and hard lesson plays its card, By keeping all doors open, he appeared the accidental sage, Holding the keys to wisdom, but the door opened a touch too late, For all he can remember, these lessons far too precious to trade, Now past his last December, sadly we watch his redemption fade…
Silent pulses of Krileanine's Pentagram Lure the young men of the hamlet Lönam Oh how she sains them with The Heptagram Curiosity killed the cat And made the Nightbeast Darkly, she commenced the ancient rite Performing in her Sluttish ways She's preparing for the Full-moon Night Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Her host's fangs Will pierce every innocent "Submit to my will You carrion ghoul Welcome to my Esoteric Hell" Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Whore of everything unholy You must Fear the Coming Of Muspelheim, Cassandra
Stiff joints, Tired to the bone, For mere coins, I work all alone, Rough hewn hands, Tarnished by labor, While times slipping sands, ... Erode this old trader, Get a little ahead, Then quickly fall behind, What more can be said, Abound trudging this old grind, I give all I can, They take more away, Until left in my hand, Is less than yesterday, How can this be, How can I survive, When all I can see, Is barely staying alive, There's no promise for me, No hope of retiring, There's no future I see, Except one of perspiring, Where is the hope, When this road is endless, How can I cope, When I am left defenseless, No dreams can I see, No prayers answered today, But I work endlessly, To find a way one day, To find answers, Answers to my prayers, Where hope finally swears, To live up to my cares, And hope blooms, From the hopeless life, Which fills this room, Bringing me such strife, And should this prayer, Be answered by God, I know that I'll swear, To give him all I've got, But I know this is just, A passing dream of mine, And I will do what I must, To keep towing the line, And I know the Lord, Has others with greater needs, So he can not afford, The time to fool with me, An old salty soul, Who is truly lost and sad, But this is my role, And it really isn't all that bad... by My Gull Wheels On a.k.a. Michael Wilson
"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella, My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her Happy Serenade.. Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King In His Last Battle Campaign..What Is a King Without An Updated Chronicle.. Send In My Little Prince For His Voice As He Reads Through His Texts Of Poetry..Lures The King His Father To a Closer Salient Walk With The gods.. Tell The War Generals To Give Me A detailed Brief of Our Next Campaign.." At Morn.. "Send In The Finest Of Thy Young Warriors..So I can Test My Stealth In The Very Face Of Battle and Danger... What Have Young Men Turned Themselves into..So Lazy,Wanton and Unmanly.. Off My Sight Before I Seek Thy Skulls This Very Instant.. (In Privacy With The Head Warrior)..Oh! Sarskaas Your Young Boys Are one of the Best in The Region My Training Sessions Are Truelly Refreshing..Tell this not to them Lest you build the Fruits of Pride and Treachery in their Young Minds.. Do Usher in My Seductive Belles to Show Off Their Waists in Acts of Poetry,Dance and Linguistic Body Embellishments..." At Noon.. "You The Dreaded Most Notorious KING Of the Valley..A Demi god,Invincible and Indestructible..As I Speak Kiss The Sole Of My Feet and eat this dish of Camel Dung mixed with fine desert sand.. Ax-Man when he finishes his dessert Bring me his Head on My 'Royal Golden Skull-Dish'.. Usher in the Wise Men of the South..For I want to converse with them in this same spirit of Saliency.. Stuff the roast Calf portions with a lot of herbs and Spices..You well know its the Obsession of the Men from The south.." At Sundown.. "Usher in the different contingents of Musicians to Entertain my Salient Guests... Wrap My 'Lotus Fumes' Quickly so I can Smoke this Life's Troubles Aways..And See Through the One Eye of the gods in Solemnity and Blissful Thinkings, Head Eunuch Do Send A Servant to The Harem..He Should Tell My Queens to get A-Ready For Their Lord is in Good Shape for Royal Rumbles and More.. Oh! My Faithful Knights your War plans were excellent..Go Now Enjoy and Excite your souls as much..Retain your honour and have the War at the Back Of your Minds.. Depart In Peace..Many A-Waists in The Harem are Restless.. I go in to Satisfy My Very Own.." Welcome Again To The World Of That Certain King..
How the 'I Ching' came about. Once there lived a wise old man His name, it was Lau Tzu This man he lived in ancient China And what he loved to do Was watch the birds, and all the beasts And watch the rivers flow He had no time for the foolish ones Who'd say these words 'I know!' Folk would come from miles around To hear this old man speak Hanging on to every word For they had come to seek The secret of their lives, through him Though he had naught to say Except to flow just like a river And live your life today. One day he made to go and live Where the forests, they grew wild But he was stopped there at the gate For the guards he had beguiled They made him stop and write a book Before they'd let him go That's how the 'I Ching' came about A book to help folk grow. 26 December 2013 @ 1130hrs.
Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views
Once in a while when we fall down Rarely ever is there anybody else around To take all of our sorrows and misery away We seem to suffer to our dying day A maelstrom of voices swirl through our heads A bunch of mixed up words from what people said Saying that this is what life is about But this ain't what I want and that I don't doubt I'm drowning the bad thoughts deep in my brain I'm gonna slam a 60-pound and flush my mind away I'll wake up in a ditch or in my bloody grave The ballad of the whiskey ballet It's cheaper for a bottle than a stinkin' bar Where all the blasted bastards and the ditchpigs are I like to drink alone with no one else around I drink all I want on my own slammin' ground I don't need someone telling me that I'm being too damned loud I don't need anyone treating me like a drunk and foolish clown I'll just turn around and belch into whomevers face and waltz away on my own cloud by my own staggering pace I'll be belching and mumbling,kicking and stumbling puking and yelling,going to Hell andfighting and bleeding The world will take heed and crashing and crawling to the ballad of the whiskey ballet!!
Lightning creeps from 'neath the night, or could that be a crack?-- for what I see could actually be a break in evening's black. Stained like windows in a church, the night must be in pane: a sheet comprised of sickly hues, of ashen clouds and rain. Someone must have dropped the night and smashed the glass asunder, for look!--the jagged lightnings run and shatter into thunder!
Foreign Devils There's an Indian in a Indians world. As crooked as a walnut tree, but more devout than you'll ever be. I'd love to be a ships captain sailing o'er the sea, dwell in eternity, aside a mermaid. Here come the unforgiving Englishmen all dressed up in red coats, liken little tin soldiers, come over in boats. Here the sun burns everything to dust It's no place for the righteous or just. So with clamour, sound your battle horn, certainly not an invite to tea. Watch out for Allah, Muhamid too, lest cut ye all ta pieces, Stick ye back with glue. Infidels Mine tears are for Moses, all thine prophets too. Mine tears are for Abraham, wasn't he a Jew? Heathens sharpen up your spears. Wanton harpies tarted up with paint, go tell the foreign devils to pray for their saints.
A cold sullen night it was the day where the lights would come out and play A dream of dreams in which we couldn't wait The coronation of a celestial queen The brightness's everlasting fate This day was the time where we all could see unless the truth is too blinding Oh sweet bearer of light who's name brings all ignorant fright. Here she comes venus the queen etolie jolie Safe and serene you are the guide Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile jolie Here she comes venus the queen etolie jolie Safe and serene You are my Lucifer Queen Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile Jolie. How great we are to have such a light Where I can finally know my life A guide throughout this eternal night. Freedom and Independence is what you are Never astray a far But tonight the clouds are unchained. Here she comes venus the queen Etolie Jolie Safe and serene You are the guide Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile jolie Here she comes Venus the Queen Etolie Jolie Safe and serene You are my Lucifer Queen Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile Jolie.
Windowsill pardons- Slit shard acrid bay, abhorring reason- Neathe' mire middling Fray… Pittance purveyors- Hark yarn tethered gout… Purling midst ever- Nier passé-pout Doubt… Yield son contraction- Dour frail tore regret… Woken bout afters, Vase Sundry intent.
Immortal I stand at the dawn of time watching as history unfolds what will become of mankind. War and evil is said to be man made, but it was created by the Ancient of Days; long before the snake will entice the mortals to slay. The land is green with promise of that which is unseen, seize the day while it is young is the battle cry of the old, carpe diem is dead and cold. Potential is something that is most not fully realized, and never surpassed. History is the story of man never learning from the mistakes they have made before; there is no new problem under the sun. Little spiders in my brain running at the speed of light, each carries a little thought some of: joy, hope, fear, and delight. Another fly dies food for thought is consumed fueling my mind through out the night. The war within is the one not without belief, that these ants, spiders, and flies live and die for something larger than what they are in this life. "Veni Vedi Veci" Caesar cried but what was it for that this ant died? Shakespeare wrote, he spun and weaved but with his web of beautiful words is he really anything more than a spider to me? The Brink of the dawn until this point in time: you're born, you live and die. Is there a point to try? The pages of history are all the same, but do your best to live it different in each day. We will put it on your grave that you dared to live for the new day, which never came for you anyways. Immortal I stand at the setting of the sun it seems like yesterday time has just begun; but now it's done and these mortals had a good run. They have managed to find grace in the eyes of the Ancient of Days.
Close Your Eyes…….. Close your eyes and go to sleep,to realize you're in too deep. You drift off to a dream,but what does it all mean? Close your eyes then slip away,forget about what is today. It doesn't matter anyway,it just becomes yesterday. Close your eyes it will be alright,maybe I will sleep tonight? Close your eyes there's nothing there,act as if you just don't care…….. The dreams feel like they're nowhere,where people stop and start to stare. Close your eyes and go to sleep,the hill has gotten way too steep. Your eyes well up you start to weep,you closed your eyes then took the leap. Close your eyes try to forget,the rain returns you're getting wet. It all was lost upon a bet,what you want you cannot get. Close your eyes and drift away,it doesn't matter what you say. It's just become the game you play,now it's just another day. Close you eyes and hold them tight,as you head into the night. Greed consumes a bigger bite,happiness is consumed by fright. Close your eyes and you'll see me,see all the things that you can be. Lost just like a ship at sea,wonder if you're really free? Close your eyes and dream some more,it opens up another door. The things you get you wanted more,dream about what is in store. Close your eyes and I'll be there,like a ghost that appears from nowhere. The future comes you pay the fare,it costs too much but you don't care. Close your eyes and I'll see you,everything that you've been through. It doesn't matter what you do,it always was inside of you……… Close your eyes to this lullaby,thought I heard the angel's cry? It seems another son has died,no one knows really why? It's funny how the time just flies,close your eyes the day's gone by………. Close your eyes and touch the sky,it's easy all you do is try. It may appear you've gone too high,but spread your wings and expect to fly………
She walks in darkness in the light, Rememberance the only sight That fades As the dawn breaks over the crest Of the waves. She finds rest and she finds peace Inside the shelter of the leaves. She finds stars that never cease Beneath the night and endless seas. She Looks deep into the universe And wonders at the light, The thousand depthless, empty words Unspoken in the night. The moon is in her soul. Who cares about control? She's seen the world inside her eyes, But she could never realize That deep among the stars, So deep inside the sea, That deep inside the years' reflection, Nothing still will be. And time is lost and gone As sunlight brings the dawn. She's felt the sea beneath her eyes Surrender tears. She cries.
With a sigh you breathe in heartache's chill; Locked in battles, you'll remain trialled, Stealing breaths from a grip that sure breaks will – Why waste your tears on pain, child? Grass scratching your back, sun kissing your skin, The pure way someone you pleased smiled, Music that plays chords that bleed deep within – Here, spill your soul for these, child. Let tears cool your cheeks as you sing, and show YOU could make a moment to weep for – while Your gifts and strengths are everything to know You'll love the life that's yours, child. For you'll live the dreams you love so much And learn sweet laughter when they fly wild; In each goal you'll shatter, every heart you touch You never will quite die, child. Copyright (c) Silverla StMichael 1998 (previously published under a prior pen name Sherry May Curnock)
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Up in the clouds the king sits with no one around. His eyes roam to a fro walking the earth day and night yet with all his might he does not fathom the joy and happiness of these ants in his sight. Their life is short just days in his sight, but still they dream, love, fight, and die. Searching for a reason he left his throne. He walked among them and saw them as man; they walked upright, used reason and logic as he did. He came to a village a little girl cried I am so hungry, my father has died. The great king fed this family of three, but still they knew not the god-king he be. When they had ate the girl gave him a hug, the mother cried and bid him good-bye with love. This love was a thing he had never felt before, now he understood why they carried out their wars. The passion and pride that burns inside: a reason to believe, to fight, and to die. The deity returned high to his throne, having felt wanted he now felt alone; immortality looms large, it is too much to bear he needed a reason to live for, a purpose to care. The vastness of forever ahead no one to love nothing to live for the god-king dies. From his death there is a lesson to learn from his life, it is not how long you live but what you live for. Until you have something worth dying for you're not really living
A single daisy blooms beside the spacious path I gaily tread. I take a glance and strangely feel attracted to its garnished head. And so I dip into the grass to better see the flower's face, or could that be a heav'nly sphere, and I a victim of its space?-- a petalled planet, so to speak: for who's to say that what I see is not in fact a floral orb with floating fields of gravity?-- the force that forms its atmosphere, compelling colored leaves to cling around its soft pollinic core to form its planetary ring. Akin to Saturn, I would think, if only for its outer shape, but look!--a foreign drifter nears: a bee, see how it gravitates towards the levitating plant as if it was an asteroid? It's quite a grueling task, you see, for any creature to avoid the pull of such a pretty thing. I too am bound, much like the bee, by sight and sense of smell, for they are too the toys of gravity. It would appear that we approach the flower's face because it's fair, but no!--that's surely not the case; we move because our sight's ensnared: the very spheres we use to see are commandeered by gravity, and made to move as if they were some paltry piles of space debris. The nose, a satellite that tracks the signals of a scented source, is not intrigued by fragrant waves, but solely by the flower's force! Suppose this captivating bloom is all I think it seems to be: then that would mean that space is green, and gardens nurture galaxies.
Centuries are unfolded Filled with corruption and lies Where's the change A tyrant has an iron hand But we are the diamonds We appear to be coal darken by ash But with so many years of pressure we became diamonds Ready to strike We are the vein cut open The red, working for the gold Deter the tyrant We can win, Rise up against the guards Fight for our voice Our suffering will not go on You'll know what it's like to purge from your sins So many years of pain So many lies gilded with hope So much death and decay This will not go unheard Deter the tyrant He'll know what it's like to cease to exit Fight for our voice Fight for our freedom There must be a way
Profound, inevitable dreams Incise through her mind like ripping seams The hunger in his eyes Even she feels a glimpse of despise And everyday she ponders Was it meant to be? She wonders The dark nights of thunder and rain What is it he wants? Her agony her pain? But she refuses to give up, to cry He just looks past her holding a wine bottle, dry Outside is a world so deceiving Like a poisonous Oleander, so misleading Her eyes are lifeless, her hands are shaking He apologizes, but she knows he's faking Red, green, black, blue Life passes her by, in every single hue A gun lies on her ripened, demeaning thoughts Her tangled up, brawny knots She puts her finger on the trigger When suddenly she sees something marvelous, no; something bigger! She looks at her little boy's face Existence itself is a race His fragile arms around her neck Amidst all humanity and wreck Remains of silence have awoken Her heart unbolted and had spoken The last flash of air and light An elevation of a whole new height The emotions of regret vanished However those lost moments of time were spent or rather banished One more minute, one more hour Love what you have today with all of your integrity and power Honor, Forgive, Cherish what matters, before it swiftly turns sour.
In the green fields of Summer I opened my eyes, And dreamed of a time Where I'd climb to the skies, And as I grew up With a song in my heart, I knew it was time For my dream to depart. So I opened my wings And I started on up, For my song was my wine While the air was my cup, And as I looked down To the place I was born, The green fields were bathed In the light of the dawn. Then I sang such a song In the vale of the day, While my spirit kept faith In a strange sort of way, As I kept rising up In my Abbey of blue, I knew it was right And I knew it was true. The world that had borne me Was far, far below, At the birth of my dream In the morning's soft glow, And my song was aflame With the fire of the sun, As I started back down To where I had begun. I passed through the clouds And my feathers were kissed, With the light Summer rain And the softness of mist, I remembered my birth As I fell through the haze, In those green glowing fields And those soft Summer days. Then all of a sudden I reached earth again, And I looked to the sky As I sought to explain, How the ups and the downs Of a life in the air, Help my heart understand How my life is a prayer…
A being of ill-decree, there, thoughts of loves, lost to betrayal. Taking remembrance, a dove nestles amongst some branches. The love and glory of thine own, embarked upon the mystery entrances. As vigor pursuits of fulfillment ensue, let redemption entrail. The mischievous bard, did let on, a curious, chance of labor. For the sorrows of valor's past so subtley mistaken. A faint glimmer in his eyes, suddenly gave way to a slight interest, o'er God, forsaken. Let the perils of failures of our past. Blessed. . . not find, traitor. Twilight settled upon the lonely desert setting, of rugged palms and mystic wallow. With a whimsical embrace to surety and the galliance of the setting sun's bravado. A plan of divine right. An expression of knowledge shared, our El Dorado. As the bard's spirit did chime of righteous victory. Yes, victory was sure to follow. For vises of sweet mysterious tidings, due to his own accord. The mistress gypsy, there spied swaying, as the Eagles rose and soared.
Make every moment count... this is the promise I make to myself, to deny the certainty of death: an assumption stripped of all reality; and it daunts others, not me... as long as I get that glimpse of eternity! Be an essential part of the living: sharing, giving, reveling, grieving and forgiving... instead of rebelling against society, and fighting against an invisible adversary; but if your aspirations are the strenght of your goals everything takes on a new meaning, even making your story worth-telling! Make every moment count by being clever and not indignant; never live by pride and greed, or expect a bountiful return... when nothing is being achieved, and praise can't be earned! Be of a keen mind and love patiently... revive a broken spirit with the kindest word, and reduce your worries to nothing: and though the world's vanities cannot be changed, make an effort to have your voice heard; what is torn down sadly...can also be built up happily! Make every moment count and ignore the ticking of the clock, to let awareness guide you through anticipation; time is like roses with thorns: it pokes you and makes you bleed,and unless you show meekness and sympathy, it won't hit you low...but grant you victory!
i'm standing at the gates of a great city. who's wall's are torn like the limb's of it's men. the battle hardened walk deathly bye me. as i can offer them no recompense. i walk among the ruin's of the temple. step slowly over body's where they fell. on my knee's i fall down at the alter. and ask for god to lift me out of this hell. i see a white horse standing in a clearing. and in that instant it become's my hope. it become's my guiding light steering. me onto a place that i can cope. Along the way i meet a few survivor's. with their head's cradled in their arm's. i offer them the use of the white horse. but all's they want is for me to bear arm's. i arm myself with a pen of poison. sharpen up the wit's of my loose tounge. the injustice i'v seen boil my passion's. i'm ready to right these evil wrong's. i'm of to watch these fool's kneel and pleading. whip them with my speared retort. i see the hatred out of their eye's bleeding. and know their greatest punishment is their thought's. so leave them in madness frail and shaking. with blood stained hand's and blood stained soul's. they will face a hell of their own making. a hell they will burn in for ever more. murder is a human disposition. that we should sharpen our sword's and kill. if you know the world in which we are living. it's made for love,liberty and thrill's.
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Children of light, Born of stardust Living in a fragment, Living in a moment Not to expire but to change, As all energy never dies A vibration on the smallest singular molecular level An energy in everything even star dust Dust which fed the primordial stew of earthly existence And continues on in each of us Children of light, Soon you shall shed the halo The coil of mortality, The frail limited body must go Children of light, That vibration inside Will not cease but continue to thrive As a Child of Light born from beyond time Limited no longer by ties that bind Oh Child of Light fear not the signs For this life is but a moment by design Children of the Light do not fear the eventual change As you move forward from this confining space Children of Light there is no other way You will be welcomed back into the warmth from which life began As Children of the Light we shall all meet again Bound by the very stardust, energy and vibration of the cosmos And never to have to say good bye again Good Bye sweet child of the light In a moment I too will be at your side
The strangest things That life can bring The fire flowing My spirit slowing This desolation............. This rocky desert........... My imagination The deepness inside......... Can show........... The flame glow The burning blue.......... Inside of me I know it too............. What I see........... The empty me......... This desolation.......... Rocky desert As far as the eye can see The burning blue Inside the empty me What I can see........... Flickering too Tiny blue light Refuses to go out Blow with all my might Tiny blue light............. Shines on through the night Flickering blue light The end in sight This tall blue flame Now on the wane The burning blue The strangest decisions Life choice........ Blue flame......... Blue voice.......... Where I came.......... Burning blue.......... Burning through I see me .............. At seventeen Making the world turn This blue fire Begins to burn Flame keen The boy of seventeen The burning blue Flame keen I know what I must do The man of four decades The burning blue Flickering flame fades What to do These impossible things to do Burning blue flickering too What am I to do ? The middle phase The burning blue Forgotten blaze I know it too
Author Note: Anapestic tetrameter: two unstressed syllables followed by a stressed syllable. So I queried some poets who dance 'cross our pages, With such lightness and patterns and passion-filled phrases. "When your guidance is sought by one earnest and wide-eyed, Do you deign to reply just to prop up your self-pride? Do you tell her, 'It's simple, just read all you can About me and my writing, how fluid I am.'" Or perhaps you're a mentor by nature and offer, To pry open the portals and share like an author, Who reveals all his notes although mental they be, And takes pride in the craft of his new devotee. Yes, 'mong even the great ones (we've heard of a few) Magnanimity faded as rivalries grew. So our resolute neophyte meets with the names, Those whose art she reads daily, and counsel she claims. With the confidence born of a spirit secure Many veteran artists opine to be sure. Some are eager to share of their passion for rhyme, And the metrical rhythm and pacing they find so essential to verse in traditional form With the internal metronome setting the norm. "Yes, but what about consonance, diction and sound, And the imagery seen in a free verse unbound By the strictures and structures of metrical scheme? Non-traditional verse deserves no less esteem." In the end all agree that emotion's the key. And the soul of the poet must yearn to be free To give access to mystery, tragedy, joy, Be the uncensored voice that will sometimes annoy. Let your passion be sovereign, your unrivaled guide, You are artist at canvass, palette at your side. Author note: In the last line, "palette" is here pronounced with the accent on the second syllable, as in French. Thanks for reading.
In all my modest travels abroad, believe me when I say 'tween the tigris and euphrates I've trod, and seen a Great Lighthouse by the Bay;' A magnificent construct, endlessly tall, seemingly to the heavens it rose, but no light shown in its depths at all. An empty tower starting to decompose; At one time a gold behemoth, but now only vines cover its brick. Stretching to it's zenith, almost with a quality of magic. An odd design aswell, no doors or windows on the exterior. It wasn't marked on the map pell, and near lay ruins of those inferior; The origin was of an unidentifiable race. With queries in my mind, we began looking for a trace of any near mankind; Deep in the mush, we found a sort of makeshift native local. Stepping out of the brush, we questioned a local; We were directed to the priest, upon entering the makeshift temple, scared eyes darted at us, and released, he began after apologizing for his whimple; ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'Our people have not seen the light for many ages, but the stories of our ancestors show, in the distant times of great sages, that building emitted a saving glow; My clan had a historic tradition, rewarding those whose life was pure. With a testing expedition, leaving fate to decide for sure; The prize-a secret spot where lay ancient groves only believed in tale. Where gold comes abundantly in huge troves, and massive feasts that never go stale; Life's final test for those who bravely seek, sailing down a vicious line of coast. Jagged Rock and decaying trees of bleak, with all the beasts that dark place can host; But then one day the structure had appeared, spreading light o'er the masses. Allowing those navigators to steer clear any Rocks or trespasses; A gleaming gilded monument. With no operators in sight, or master crafters that could have beat, its ornate workings to such a height; Upon first sight, the people knew the garden was now free. By trusting the light, they could cross safely; Word of its mysterious walls, was received by distant kin. Bread was broke in our hallowed halls. It united us then; Over time, those from the city came. Those slave, peasant, senator and king, all to rid themselves of mans common shame. Bringing gold, frankensense, mer and songs to sing; Our people now thrived, we quickly became a center of trade. But most did not predict, what in the shadows writhed. At our souls it rudely bade; (Cont'd in part 2)
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She danced around the campfire, As the flames reached into the night. It was then that he walked by, But she knew that he wasn't right. Maria was just a gypsy girl, And with a georgio she fell in love. But he did not return her affections, And she had no help from up above. Desperately she turned to the Devil, She sold her family's souls for evil things. He turned her father into a sound box, Her mother into a bow, four brothers into strings. The Devil then took the six souls, And he turned them into a violin. Maria quickly learnt to play it well, And the courtship of the georgio did begin. The gorgio fell in love with her, But the Devil had two more souls to claim. He took Maria and her lover to Hell And the violin fell to the ground, where it did remain. A poor gypsy boy found it there, He played constantly till he got a wife. And ever since that fateful day, It has been the musical symbol of gypsy life.
(begins with part 1) Though some say the tribal council foresaw the next event. The disappearance of all the seers, and as they went, the people looked up with fear; Finally the last one had gone, along with the illumination of our paths. And so, as we waited for the fires to once more dawn, we again silently suffered from the coastal Rocks' wrath; But when word spread that gilded beacon lit no more, greed overtook our brothers, as they decided on a change of plans. They attacked us and razed our sacred lore, building lighthouse others, these, of human hands; Only, as mighty as it would be made, however tall the tower, no matter how many bricks would be laid, it was no suitable substitute in power; Frustrated, they then tried to rationalize and disprove the old towers greatness. And upon hearing our moral gems, they would mock. Calculating through their path without a real reasonable guess. Their arrogance sunk them, as they became Rock; And as friendly nations turned against us in a collective, we felt the cold hand of civil unrest. Our enemies took our people captive, as our people did also oppress; Many people made their own sect, and blood was spilled by these cults. Monuments to themselves, the leaders erect. As foot soldiers are swept up in tumult; Our tribe finally splintered, and to this day the sects still track us as prey. We are some of the last fundamentalists yet to be conquered, which I am thankful for everytime I pray;' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ He then tensed and pierced me with heavy eyes. I've seen many of my friends hunted down, and yet I've never picked up a soldiers armor. The only clothes I wear are a priests' gown and ritual vestments while at the altar. Life has indeed given me the chance to make riches, I thank the opportunity, but always decline. I think I've found where my niche is, every Sunday, preaching divine. I could have been wild, in my younger days. But perhaps its good and mild, that can see through the haze. But everytime I see that golden spire, I ignite inside with holy fire.
i met lucifer walking back to my head this morning, he was shaking the hand of the sun in the morning, his hands red-stained of child's blood. i asked him "why?" "because i shouldn't have" i asked him "why?" "because they wanted me not to" i asked him "why?" "because they have no life" i asked him "why?" "because their life is my life" i asked him "why?" "because the rules of the weak are food for the strong, because it covers them" i asked him "why?" "because those dead are closer to life than those living" i asked him, his hands wet with red, "why?" "because all that's good wants to keep you static" i asked him "why evil?" "because change is necessary, revolution, digestion, destruction" i asked him "give me life" he said, his hands dripping red, "it is taken." the hole in my belly that my soul had filled is as wet with red as i watch the sun rise on the death of my death.
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 …
A glimpse in your gilded eyes Tells me all inside your lieing mind How can you Stand without a spine How can you speak without a will Failed to announce the pain Will they realize the illusion Is it all to late? The lies that are so common Have put up a delusion Infront Of the people's mind So deep away from the dark Will we come when father is coming For us, is it all to late? Soft little messenger I dare you to spread the word About our dying world All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king I see the light of a dawning Age Let a new era begin An Aquarian dream a day where we are all free Inside our minds; our hidden refuge But there's no need to hide perfection Concordia shall be our queen Justice, independence, liberty are our only virtues free to be whoever our heart let's us be Go to the tower, strike the bell Soft little messenger And tell of Victory All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainetd with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king
Beauty of the Maliced-Night Come to me, Wake me up Forlorn I've been for Centuries My heart beckons for the day of the thought of You Glimpsing in my dreams I see you fighting through The Iron-Gate that held me too You ordered my death in such a Beauty-Blinding way How can I refuse? The dust and sand of the desert's wane Has left myself to Blame The lust and land of the Desert's Wane Suffocated me with the forlorn days I've met you my lover I've met you my execution I've met you my Loving Shame I've met you my Salome Salome, Selfish Lover Salome, Gates of Jerusalem hold you In Salome, my Beauty The Dust and Sand of the desert's wane The Lust and Loving Shame Has left Myself to Blame I've Met You My Salome
Does spirit just consist of breath, That natural inspiration That starts at birth and ends with death, A lifetime's animation? Each spirit lasts a certain time, Its precious share of being, A span so fragile yet sublime, So very quickly fleeing. Eternal life is troubling, To rational minds, deluded, As, taught by Nature, everything Must end, ourselves included. But spirits will keep right on growing, Even as aging bodies fail, And learning, understanding, knowing, Remain life's peerless holy grail. Spirit's a smile, a thought, a dream, A deepening friendship treasured, A book, a song, a stray moonbeam, Too precious to be measured.
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I should go I'll go If I knew what was right I should just go I'd go If I could do that too Just write a letter And go If I could sacrifice my heart Say goodbye Then go If I could see the outcome See you later Just go If I was strong enough Tell you I love you Right now go If I was brave enough Scream out my misery I could go If I was wise enough Cry out my broken heart I will go If I wasn't afraid Wail across the sky my love I want to go If I wasn't in love I should just go right now I won't go If I wasn't haunted I should go before its too late I can't go If I wasn't already lost I should go before I cannot I need to go If I wouldn't fade away I should tell you nothing I have to go If I wouldn't fall apart I should whisper nothing of this I must go If I wouldn't hurt you too Bite my tongue I should go If I wouldn't scream forever Forget my dreams I'd go If I could escape in sleep Smile and laugh my lie I'll go If I could hide in dream Joke with you for a smile I'll just go If I could sing again later I should go before I see you again I go If I could love again later I should just go Go If I could remember how Because I cannot bear it Go If I was better than I am The knowledge of another inside you GO!! If I was anything at all I should go I'll go away If I was a kinder man Before I really die I'll go and fall If I was a promise I should go I'll go today! If I were someone alone I should I'll go Tonight!! If I were someone whole Shouldn't I go I'll go right now!!! If I were a warrior I will leave you now And linger no more on the fringes of your life If I am anything at all like you believe me to be I will call you and wish you well, Wish you all the happiness I want for you If I am a shadow of the song you see me as I will just run silent And let you go like fate meant for us to be Before you really knew me too If I am a warrior, if I am, if I were . . . I would lay down my soul and walk away But, I am not a warrior How can I be . . ?
The Ice King stood mockingly The Shadowfire in his cold bony hand The snow fell On the land Upon his freezing hell Send me a knight! With the courage to take this gem! Otherwise I will shatter its' heart In front of all of them A Shadowfire cannot take such cold Its' light needs warmth and love Who will fight? Came the cry from the battlements above The Prince of the North Cold blue fire in his eyes Strode forth To the Great Hall To find a sword, that hung on the South wall To sever the head of the Ice King Return Shadowfire to the Hall Turn the Wraiths in to nothing So many swords to choose The lives of many He cannot lose... As he looked upon the South wall A mighty sword leapt off With a rasp of steel It shot into his hand All he could feel Was the strength of all Of Heartstone Knights too Five feet of magicked Faerie steel As a light as air Yet, strength to feel It cut the air with a swishing bite A sword to use... Against the Ice King To bring back the light He must not lose This battle between day and night He strode down to where the Ice King stood The Prince of the North A duty to perform Evil to overthrow Evil to slay, amongst the ice and snow The Ice King put the gem into a leather pouch Sword drawn With a sly grin, he went into a fighting crouch The Prince, his eyes on the gemstone His sword drawn The strength of Kings and Knights He was not fighting alone The swords clashed Ringing steel Steel, flashed A Heartstone sword magicked and true Took on a strange hue The battle, fought on and on Hours on the ground Until night fell The sparks from the swords The strange glittering light The clash of steel the only sound The Wraiths began to screech and wail For their King For ,they could see The Prince weakening Beginning to fail For, the Prince of the North Such a dark desperate night He called for his winter light The Aurora Borealis came forth It touched his sword, with new and beautiful light The Ice King could sense defeat with a turn and wheel... A sword flashed A severed head rolled to a heel An Ice Kings' frozen smile The Prince of the North, picked up the head of the Ice King Threw it among the Wraiths Then fell to his knees sighing The Shadowfire he took... From the carcass, the gem Raised his hand... The light burst forth Illuminating the Prince of the North
Four in one, nine baptized, I hear you say legalized fraudulence. Promises air-conditioned highways and streets; Salaries and wages without workings, An easy life made sweet and comfortable. Now, all can join the bandwagon of rigging, Of Moonslide and Marsslide victories, With babies and peoples ritually sacrificed. Received with glee by their lord, The god of Politricks.
Keep your eyes shut And keep your mind open And don't let the world in your way Just please be silent And listen for a moment Just hear the words that I say 'Cause I fell in love again But I didn't mean to You must please believe me in this All that I want now Is one hopeful moment One chance to steal a kiss It's all because of The way that you smile And the heat of your eyes on my skin I just can't help it You're more than I can take Now if only you'd let me in But you don't know You don't even see it But you'll find a lost sailor Washed up on your shore And you'll find that the sailor is me
At one time I was the apple of his eye But in a moment in the hospital he lie I just 6, entered, and could only cry He had changed so much since the last time Twilight was calling his name Mine being the same Yet, I didn't know what to say He turned his head a tear in his eye And chuckled to choke back his cry "Tears are for the Dead" he replied And he turned his head back with no more word to speak His words and actions were the last I would know Till his funeral where the cries did grow He left me with a legacy I didn't quite understand Still I tried to live by it as best I could plan Everyday a new meaning comes to hand That life is meant for the living and crying for the end. When twilight is calling and I am on my death bed I will laugh and with a tear in my eye, chuckle and turn my head Laughter is for the living, crying is for the dead
Paradise Still Lost Ashen snowflakes descend tears of sorrow for the fallen angels weep in sorrow gifts of divinity forsaken Squandered seed spilled in rage machine of man, far from Eden takes matters into his own hands fruit of the tree forbidden Garden of bounty held in trust the jester, trickster of illusion sleight deceiver, seller of lies the rapist of paradise, unforgiven Lost in the eyes of the blind man devouring man, sorrows coven time immemorial, crosses mark a barren wasteland devoid of forgiveness Stephen (Stoic)
The river flowed.... Dark and black Upon it a wooden boat sped, on a river we all dread The sky hung low... Dirty grey The wooden boat..... Sped away No tiller, no oar.... Yet the wooden boat... Sped away Without a ripple or a splash... Searching for a starflash The river flowed... Carrying in depths, so deep, the souls of the dead The darkness showed The wooden boat sped away.... On its' deck... like a tiny star... There my soul lay.... The river flowed.... Dark and black.... The sky hung low Upon the wooden boat.... My soul glowed Like a tiny star so The sky turned , a dirty black There was no going back Down below, the souls.... Screeched and burned Upon the wooden deck.... There my soul lay.... The light burning strong The light, I pray.... Will not go out.... On this darkened day For all around on this night, deepest darkest water flowed... Black as jet My soul, burned bright.... My soul glowed The river... Will not claim me yet Upon the wooden boat.... A tiny star lay It was my soul, being sped away Upon the wooden boat.... Crossing the river Dark and black.... Cold shiver, no turning back A tiny star... Left the wooden boat Up it went Leaving far below The river.... dark and black, The river.... Will always flow The wooden boat.... Forever searching far... On a river,dark and black For a tiny star No turning back.... A tiny star , left a wooden boat Far behind Up above.... The light beginning to show Down below, a river black and dark, continued to flow As for the wooden boat? On it sped.... On a night as black as coal Looking for stars amongst the dead To claim back.... On a river of deepest darkest black A soul....
Pinnacles rise calling their name Letters on an index they became At one time ethics reigned The slaves had value in some past day Cast aside no longer having a place till his grave The God's finding cheaper more willing slaves More riches for them to plunder Gold for them to save A new land to take Humanity they forsake The God's of Greed always thunder That is not their fault that mankind suffer That any man can be a God of Greed Provided he serves only his own need And use the slaves for what they be Pawns in chess game Played by the God's of Greed.
Sun dappled shadows Reflecting spirit's form Moss covered standing stones From afternoon still warm The kings and queens of yesterday Yet hold the evensong Prayers for peace prosperity A right for every wrong With every war that has been fought Upon these sacred grounds Run fast the blood of future lives And yet the drum deep sounds Calling soul to hold a place Upon the earth still fair Stay the sword for truce by might Lends your grace to bear A heart that bleeds for all life held Within the hands of fate Behold the truth where patterns meld And time she runs too late The past and future meet as one Where power thickens still And stately folk are seen at night Still gathered on high hill.
With the dust whirling round the wheel, The walls of throat seeming to seal, In the sun bleached roads of soil- Ran the feet of the bulls faster with toil. Their shoulders hath blackened in time's course, The wooden bar to them like a saw's coarse, The ribs out of hunger come out as though- To satisfy themselves with the rays of the yellow bow. I know not and nor does the owner; Since when these poor chaps has turned to labourers, And from whence time's sharp wheel acted sharper to their neck; Let alone to miserable dreams which it did wreck. They look at the soil unhindered by any sound - The sufferings of the blunt labour is the only that's through them is found. Were we made humans by our maker - For this day to turn from cruel to crueler- To treat the dumb in a way as this- By feeling of ours which we call to be the deepest feels?
Destiny is going to shelter us all (at least that's what we grew up telling ourselves) When do we release the safety cord and settle down? Where have the songs and the glowing fireflies gone? Black, like the ash that once soared like an ember, We all take the plunge from the open window of this interstate (i will show you the country and all its secrets) From this fog I can seem like anything you want me to be I give up on my own dreams I gave up on the old scenes I'm the staring role in the candid secrets you're too ashamed to have had Good night glass goddess I won't ever find the time to treat you to my lies (but that was all that kept you here) I'm more alone now than I ever want to admit I'm a smiling ball of hollow hopes and tragic shows (forgiveness is giving up hope on a better past)
You cannot know the depths and darkness I have seen You do not know that challenges there have been You do not know the heights of insanity I've seen You do not know the road I've walked You do not know how others talked You do not know the shame I've hawked I do not know what I have lost I only know the paths I've had to cross I do not seek pity I bear it with humility I wear it only within me Others I cannot or will not envy I face it alone I do not seek pity In the end everyone faces it alone I laugh but have no pity It was just meant to be
A POETS' ANGUISH A poets' anguish In the tears of mine Beautiful words Spilled over The anguish....... Divine I can see you now For you belong to me Beautiful words On a restless sea Spilled over What I know then I felt inside Deep in me I can discover in a day The love in me To give it all away In poetry A poets' anguish A heart, full of tears Spilled over You knew this All those regretted years The ignited spark Caused it all A word storm That lit up All of my dark I saw many things Some beautiful Some stark All in words A cilice wrapped around my heart I felt the dark Sensed the light I chose to be everything
My heart races as time runs by too quick to notice standing still is I, warmed by the days burden full from the nights closing curtain, pen to paper my thoughts take over scribbles lines phrases on the paper they cover, flashes of a time of a place far away searching for lines that still hide from the day, inside roams a child within outside a cast of some one he calls a friend, miss spelled thoughts for thats how I see it in my head,jumbled words always misread, a laugh from he who is within a laugh for today he knows it was a sin, the heart scared from a lesson learned long ago in many words it shows, yet the bitter taste in my mouth isn't remorse suppressed anger are a pity party of doubt, its the mornings coffee, the rest I let it all go years before now I just write to set it free, for it's not what I'm going through but how I made it through, look at the faces that fill the streets inside of them are poems words phrases they keep, some times you can't make on your own and they don't know we don't have to go it alone stop...look around you...your not alone...let it go...your not the only one smile and some one will smile back at you lend a hand know now where you stand, the past is there to show how we aged the present is before us lets turn the page, we all lived life's we never chose but how we are now is our choice this we must know, get over it move on stop ...theres so much time to change... your life this moment is for not, you are...two words easy enough to say ...the words that come after... are for you to display, I am some one, I am..., how would you finish it?what words fit?I am... this is just a moment in our lives a moment to remember are forget moments in our eyes, this write is just that words I wanted to say lines I wanted to display, not looking for nothing in return I just wanted to write and now this page I will turn.
The sword, buried deep in its' scabbard, tempered by fire, strength it holds, I desire Metal fashioned by human hands, skill from distant lands. Beauty of proportion and line, weapon so fine For the sword in its' scabbard, is like the truth hidden, brought out in anger, to do its' bidding Flash of steel I turn and wheel arcing round, truth be found For to be sheathed, nobody can hurt, no anger unleashed, no falldown, in dirt But truth must come out willingly, now and then, rasp of steel,but when? The sword always finds home, piecing deep, this sharp steel i hone makes truth weep blood and bone The truth used as a weapon of war, pulled out of its' hiding place. These are the things I saw. It takes no prisoners,only deaths' face, running down the blade This truth of metal, is in fine fettle, for the sword out of its' hiding place, with death you must face swish of air, into battle you must wade, heart beginning to tear, carry the truth blade Flash of steel,Iturn and wheel, arcing round, truth be found For the truth can be used in rage, to wound and maim. No wisdom of sage, to guide whence it came Flame bright steel,you must deal with the things you feel, for arcing round truth can be found
I'm away from this world I cannot follow your sheep The mourning inside These elements we prefer to keep I'm away from your tears Whispers sound away from my ears Your smiles linger below my fears The moments inside They seem to blossom and hide Hero's do not smile I'm no longer your wandering child Your Guardian, I cannot be Is there anyone who may cherish me? Your piano may play What useless lines this melody may say I wish that I had flesh I wish that when I fell I bellowed out with purity from the chest I'm away from this world I'm away from your tears Hero's no longer smile I cannot follow your sheep I'm no longer your wandering child
As gentle winds parlayed their enchantments upon the galleys of meadows set abliss. Rose petals of romance and desire, were softly strewn about, carelessly, as lovers amidst a kiss. As the golden sun portrayed, the treasures that are found, thee within. The grace of God's divinity hearkened, embellishing our untimely sins. As the dew that nestled the love we shared, renewing our innocence angelic. Our eyes revealed the essence of heavenly passions, a unifying relic. Sojourning as ancient lovers do, upon euphoria's bliss, antiquite. Gentle winds parlayed the myth, of divine love, in secret.
Don't leave me now I won't go Pieces of you This is all that I am And now you come to me You're going to miss me Asking me what's wrong And I simply reply, "Nothing" And faintly smile Days have gone by As I am your painted child Yes you're going to miss me Don't leave me now I won't go Pieces of you This is all that I am I have no family No parentals I am a rolling stone I know you've heard the song You're going to miss me Look for me And find me no more you shall Every move I've made seems foul But you're going to miss me "The funny thing is When you're a rolling stone You tend to live against the wind But a stone weighs solid Therefore the wind cannot carry it So in other words You become a burden to bear"
This garden of flowers....... Can be yours too Follow me........ What you can see What can be This garden of flowers I found in you Deep in your heart Flowers of blue.... Pink too..... Such beauty inside Wanting to be free Your colour........ What it means to me What it cannot hide This richness I see Flowers blossoming What it means to me My heart feeling........ The colours cascading This garden of flowers I found in you........ So precious too The colours revealed inside The heart sighed This garden of flowers You cannot hide.......... What you have inside Colours to touch Colours to feel Colours that make it real For ,The heart Holds the delicate blooms The colour booms What I can see too, in the garden of you
On a day like any other Two keys were found One delicate and fine The other, heavy and of an old design The Castle had no locks on its doors They were protected by Faerie magick The keys were very old No one knew what they were used for Was this set an earlier time? When such things protected treasures, from covetous eyes? When such things were locked up pleasures? A key, delicate and fine Perhaps for a Queen A key of iron Made for a King? To hide something? To find a door? In which to place a key To find a lock Perhaps this is what it is for? The keys were special too An intricate design It took the Princess of Magic sometime To discover the clue When is a key not a key? When the keys are made fit together Two keys become one A map of the heart could be seen In the Great Hall Was a small hollow High on the South Wall The keys entwined Was this the place to find The keys fitted perfectly One key cannot exist Without the other Such is nature The trees The gentle rain Once in the Great Hall The true purpose of the keys Was revealed to all A gold key Delicate and fine... Is love... Is sunshine... An iron key, Heavy in the heart Heavy to bear Remorseful The pieces, fitted perfectly
What happened with the Lady of the Lake? I know she made a grave mistake. I was the one to receive that gift from her. My possession should have been Escalibur. This weapon could have saved me, from who? certain mens ego along with the arrogant few! Those so-called Black Knights with daggers in place, stabs un-defended hearts in innocent white lace! Escalibur was given only to the prominent King, not a Woman whom struggles for that prominent thing. Wounds internally painful and true! Broken hearts and a callused sole too! With Escalibur, I could have rode on the breath of a dragon. I could fight and defeat the Great Warriors, then move on! Love, would not be so hard to find. Hate, would be dealt with by sword and mind! The Lady made a Big mistake, who gave the sword to a man who threw it back into the lake.
Without a plausible answer, you let the good dreams live in the achiever... dreams,not thoughts of an unduly child: changing domitable ways to wild, shouting harmful and volatile words! Brother,you're going down the wrong road, and that is not going to lift some of the weight off; the barriers won't quickly come down... they'll cause only division and more grief: to lay dangers in places so unseen... that's when everything falls apart, unable to replace it with something with worth! Without aspiration or natural passion, you stop half-way through and stare at others with envy,anger and defiance; you feed on your contention and instead of wishing well to those who have made it through hard strides, you deride,mortify and dehumanize anyone who has earned what you have not! Brother,you're going down the wrong road to make your existence so worthless... like a stone that keeps rolling down a stream without knowing where it will lead; brother,it's not hurting others that matters; it's depriving yourself of all that's good... to make your journey safe and painless!
As wrinkles become more furrowed, and hair turns to a more visible shade of perfect silver to symbolize a decaying age, we certainly ponder over death, not too sure of what awaits us; and an almost forgotten thought reminds us of our lost youth: that we are only young once... And although we stumble to reach a mile to our destination, yesterday it only took a short time; not to mention how we fumble for the key to unlock our door and enter into a peaceful place of wonder: where memories still abound inside, and carry us through without desperation... Are we so feeble to entrust hope to a broken will, and not understand the grand plan? We can't stop half way throughout a battle; we are still the warriors who can't be defeated, and if we fall, we'll get up again: to push back the enemies 'till they have retreated... To be of old age may be unacceptable to those who look upon us with disgust, because their minds are stripped of all pity; to be young, indulgent and full of energy: is something they relish in their thought, untill they, too, must confront the inevitable.... We are only young once to assume the role of invincibility in a brief kingdom; and if carelessness is pushed aside, to let our spirit and conscience run wild: we'll reap a bundle of losses and regrets, to hunt us for the rest of our unpleasant days...
I pull open a drawer in my heart, for it takes physical will to do so to reach for the feeling inside Some drawers are small, some big For what it contains Small drawers for hurt and meanness big drawers for love and patience. You decide on the drawers you will hold How many you want,you decide. The drawers open and close, friends and foes can live side by side, in the drawers of the heart The person you let in can open these drawers. The one you love never opens drawers of jealousy and hate. They never open them even though, they know its there, and they know it so The person you despise can open the drawers of hate and lies. Resist with all your might, keep them tight, for you must rise The heart of drawers, can draw your heart in pull out a feeling,mood and a sigh The drawers are meant to be opened, some willingly,some not for not to open drawers will allow feelings to rot Open and close, the feelings can grow, from the high to the low It will tell you what's best, in the drawers of the chest For the heart does know, of the open and close of which you decide of the feelings inside
Roll out the barrel and we'll have a barrel of fun I would it enjoy it more, if it were 2 barrels from a gun Shooting a drug dealer, child stealer or a wife beater This would bring a peak to my entertainment meter I want to wipe the surface clean from all that is bad The injustices of good people done wrong is what makes me mad So I say why ask why Let's hand them a sentence of a short piece of rope, a tall tree and let them hang high and dry Let's put those on death row in a pool for a swim Hook the battery cables to 10,000 volts and throw them in Don't look at me, I'm not disturbed I just want justice to be served I believe in an eye for an eye If you take a life, then you should die A drug dealer wears a cross of gold A bullet in the head and feed him to the gators before the body is cold All these scum bags should be 6 feet in the dirt It is all about the V word
The future is blue....... Blue as an ocean Blue is the view that I hold with you Ocean......... Shows such emotion Ocean storms Blue potion On my ocean The future is blue........ Blue motion This perfect harmony of blue ocean, and blue sky You must feel it...... Just like I ! Ocean.... Blue symphony...... Blue sound....... All around........ Blue potion Ocean, to roam Ocean, is my home Can you feel? My thoughts Can you steal? The future is blue Blue as an ocean Blue is the view that I hold with you Blue horizon....... Blue sky...... Blue ocean........ To lay your eyes on This is I My blue emotion
I reached out, to touch the sun Gold and red Down it dipped, night came Instead The night sky brought forth its' stars Dlanets too darkening rush, the day slipped by I lifted high Followed the wind Followed the moon, in to the starlit sky This blue Earth... At night... Leaving a trail of stars The planets emerging light Martian red Venus, jewel bright What I came to see.. Jupiter.. Rising, in all its' majesty Mighty Jupiter Chemical storms , seething Swirling below How it burned, in a night sky The Jovian light returned The suns' radiance felt upon my face in deepest coldest space Yet I sense... Jupiter, rising
created to be satiated having your dreams decapitated not what you anticipated? your life...castrated now left to die to be recreated, in motion you thought you were the chosen while others believed you soul was frozen lying deep in the ocean with your eyes never open, all the frustration temptation lack of motivation has you missing the sensation of life's creation while interpreting the wrong information, years have passed and time is gone you hang your head wondering what went wrong while you sing your sad country song, this isn't what you seen this life how could it be so mean taking you and crushing your dream now you see reality , it wasn't about the fortune and fame, or how far you get in the game, now to sit and blame all the others when it was you who used your name, no one forced you at all it was you who made the call now your left to crawl because you never realized this is life's ball and the objective is for you to fall, so as you sit and hang your head crying wondering what she said, but you didn't listen you walked away instead leaving love in bed, remember you were the one, the strong man with the gun having your fun while true love faded in the sun, you were right it was all about the fight as you stepped into the light and pushed with all your might you thought you were such a site, look around your not the only one in this town we all fall to the ground it was you who thought we were clowns as you joked and we frowned, the eyes you see are eyes that set the world free, the ones that seen you try to prove your theory as they took a knee and let it be, your story is heard world wide, nothing new just a grown man left to cry, now that we have your attention here's why, life in front of you is on loan, not yours to waist on the phone or sit on a thrown not listing to others grown, take time to breath, listen to the sounds in the trees as I let you be you and you let me be me the way it's meant to be, find your life, find true love in a wife, make what's wrong right keep yours in site while the stars fill the night , your fortune is love, your fame are blessings from above happiness is deserving of, and your time should fit like a clove. your dream is right there in front of you, open your eyes to a new find the ski of blue know what is true.... and enjoy the view.
A place you can go when hurt breaks you so Retreat within,find the key for there are many keys to the secret place Key for hurt and pain Key for imagination Key for magical lands The secret place, the key ,the door, only you know what its for Go within your self and explore, you are the keeper, you know where to go, to the door where gentleness will flow The secret place Your door, many keys Key to unlock your heart Key to love again Key to experience loss and pain Key to live and breathe again Many keys you can hold, but only one door, you decide,not told, The key you want and what its for Dont carry too many keys, for the keys are heavy in hand and heavy in heart The key of pain and loss, the heaviest of all The key of happiness, delicate and fine, made with pure golden sunshine Carry this key to your secret place the best key of all The key of love does'nt have a key merely warmth for this door doesn't need a key for there is no door to love Love is all around, not in one secret place, but in all of us, wells from within, flowing from the heart the secret place
The Prince of the North Carried the gem Through Whispering Trees To the castle Passing through Knights and men From his hand... A Shadowfires' wondrous light For love will always win In the battle between day and night Across the walled garden Flowers began to glow... The Prince of the North Strode forth... To the Great Hall The Shadowfire... Gave off beams of lilac and blue light The love inside Conquered the wraiths bitter night The Great Hall door Silently swung open Faeries danced The colour bright The Heartstone,shone the Dreamstone,gleamed The battle, won Under a Heartstone moon The Aurora Borealis flickered Faerie light shone Golden bright No light could compare To a Shadowfire A castle... Bathed in beautiful light The passing of the Ice King... On a wraiths' bitter night Lilac and blue Filled your heart Love too These things cannot be taken Only given If you let your heart awaken A Shadowfire... That lies in your heart The colour known only to you Forever... Will love you too
I soar endlessly on an ocean so blue the wings ache I know... Such space in a world of such blue what I flew I know... Silvered wings on an ocean so blue it is everything I know... So many miles too in a dream on an ocean so blue I know... What is to become of me? the wings ache I soar endlessly carefree I know... On an ocean the spirit flies free endlessly on the blue I know
Upstroke of wing Rising draught of air Pushing me higher In to white clouds, tinged with gold Such a fluid state of mind Through the clouds, my wings dissolved in to the white There is no such thing, as time here Only me The effort to get here, is nothing at all For, now I am.... Pure energy A fluid state of mind and body... A happening... Dissolved wings, in to the white Bright clouds roll by, there is no up, there is no down Only here Only.....I
Shadows, flew across my heart Dark too Such dark beauty Such mystery Shadows too, in the heart Amidst the shadows A light grew A spark... A rose... That was me Spilling out Petals falling Colour calling, I heard it shout To travel so far... Mysteries of the heart Such dark beauty, becoming light The smokiness within The battle of light The battle of dark A curious whim A curious spark Light and shadows, flew across my heart Such beautiful things Cannot rest in the mysteries of the heart
On an eagles' wings I climbed high Saw many things Saw me Oh my! A golden feather, to fall Take it It is for you, hear its' call I saw many things, on an eagles ' wings My heart to follow An eagle feather I came to know On an eagles' wings Golden light Sky of blue My heart So true I saw many things So many things too My heart, inside... I knew Knew it to be true My heart... My life... On an eagles' wings I climbed high for such things... Never die
I stopped by the river... Gently flowing past, such cool water, slaked my thirst I feel the waters pull on my hand secret chuckle flowing by Water, so clear you can see the river sand I picked up some river sand let it slowly trickle through my hand Am I grain of sand? Tumbling in water, so clear, throughout this verdant land Where is my place? Where am I meant to be? Gently flowing past Part of this river, becoming me Sweet waters, so clear In its' depths I am meant to be I stopped by the river... Or did the river stop me? I may never know, for in its' depths, a grain of sand is what you see what i show Swathes of weeping willow on the river... Cast a shadow, soft green glow in water so clear A grain of sand, in the clear waters of the river becomes me in this beautiful land
In a starlit sky, a beautiful moon rose I watched it pass by I looked upon the earth and saw green and blue Frosted clouds of white Forests stretched far, behind the night In the minds' eye such vividness belongs to you and I Where was i? Far way High in the sky It was 1969 We came back from the moon, everything I could see... Was all mine
I looked from the edge of light Stared across and saw truth I stepped forward, and fell in to the night Down I fell, in no time at all Felt gods' hand Lift me, for in his love I did dwell In to the light, carried up high I saw truth, pure and bright I can fall any time at all from the edge of light I have faith, that will lift me from the night I see the truth, just over there Waiting for me across the night air The beauty in truth and light lay before me I could reach out and hold everything in sight
Wisdom, the treasure beyond my steps Here, undo the pleasure behind being left Perhaps I should paint myself Sadly here lately, I ain't been myself Life is not hard It's just not simple Mark the laps of ages Forms of life written on tear stained pages Your coherent view has now been refuted My template of whispers, merely muted Life is not hard It's just not simple For all the things that beg upon me A blind song for the average man to see And if this attempt fails Then just maybe the thought will prevail Life is not hard It's just not simple
Rise When a heart is heavy The pain you cannot bear Lift your eyes I am there Rise When you feel all is gone You feel desolation Lift your eyes It has only begun Rise When the tears you shed Tore you apart Lift your eyes Look at me instead Rise When you feel angry In a world of hateful things Lift your eyes Feel my tranquillity Rise When it is death you mourn In your grief Lift your eyes You are reborn Rise When your heart is filled with joy The beauty you can see Lift your eyes It is only me Rise For the love inside Those loving ways Lift your eyes I cannot be denied Rise For, I made you In my image Lift your eyes I have always loved you
Sometimes the wind blows sometimes there's rain somtimes there are people who don't know your name Sometimes coincidence is all that you see when you walk down that path of curiosity Sometimes people wish for things they don't have sometimes there are people who just make you laugh Once in a while the bells do not ring at the church in the steeple on a quiet city street sometimes...sometimes...sometimes Ever wishing ever wanting sometimes looking for an answer of some kind Building sand castles on the shores of the sea As boats sail across the waters that be lost in a day dream... t's not what it seems sometimes Candles are burning in the still of the night lighting the way until they turn on the lights Sometimes you'll be walking until heaven knows when but you turn around and you walk back again Sometimes your shadow follows too close some people talk to you some people don't The bells started ringing in the steeple today I'll get up Sunday morning and I'll walk that way sometimes...sometimes...sometimes
For days you hunt but nothing found, for the heart stone to reveal its' self, buried deep in shadowy ground This shadowy land that I walk, sometimes alone for I am the gatherer of the heart stone The heart stone, find its' glow, for it will surely show its' self to the seeker, for if it lies in shadowy room it grows weaker The heart stone does not like being alone, alone in shadow, hidden so The heart stone needs to be found, its' light displayed for living in gloom causes its' light to fade in shadowy room The gatherer will look in every shadowy place, seek out and reach, the heart stone, find its' place For it is bound in shadowy room all alone, waiting to be found, by the gatherer of the stone The gatherer of the stone will never tire, searching the gloom for the jewel of hidden fire, that lights up the room For the stone is in our shadowy place bring it forth to show its' face, throw off darkened room and let the heart stone bloom
Nakedness is seen by a coscience in conflict; nakedness is the fear of hearts shunning their guilt... It will be incredibly beautiful to gently fall in a deep sleep, hop on one of those clouds and float on a lovely,unending and surreal dream... Like Adam and Eve, we'll be completly alone and safe; innocent and unaware of our own nakedness: to wander off into the wilderness with Guardian Angels on our side... Wouldn't it be an awful pity to lose all that is blessed,good and nice for taking somebody's else wrong advice and be found unworthy of joy? It will be conceivably easy to ascape from reality: only loving ourselves timelessly; thinking of happy thoughts as we contemplate the endless stars that that seem to welcome our sensuality... Wouldn't it be wonderful to be so thankful to the Mighty Lord, and to trust in His promise of prosperity... than to be defeated by misery? Nakedness is considered sleazy and lame by eyes that are lascivious and unholy; nakedness is felt conspicuously when we stare at our naked bodies in shame...
Pebbles tumble, to the shore, my thoughts tumble, my heart, sore My thoughts, my very core, are like driftwood, beaching gently on the shore Thes new things, what's it all for? Rush of noisy white surf, to the shore Thoughts churn, how things turn! Things I could Things I should, driftwood, to the shore White water on high tide, my thoughts,feelings, this driftwood i ride Drifting to the shore, it has purpose, for the things you see are not a curse for what can be. Live the day before it is taken away This pebbly beach, the values it can teach. The driftwood to the shore, brings it to the fore This blue sky burns me deep, inwards I weep, for I stumble to find, the words of a kind, to make me humble For the sea in it's tidal war, claims my heart sore. This driftwood and the thoughts held at bay washed away, as it should For I start a new day with new driftwood....... to the shore