We sat outside the studio at night, among a few candles, and closed our eyes for a minute. After that, we jammed straight from our hearts. We didn't play for ourselves, but for the ones no longer with us in flesh, but always with us in spirit. God bless. Until we meet again. Soul fly... fly free
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On Heroes Ground
flirt your self in the eve of the rising
sun, for nothing of a minute you
close your eyes, not a single words you
utter nor a flip of shadow of
goodbye tells you that the night
does fall my dear
everybody wants to be near, yet
everyone caught in the dark, what
makes it sense, ah! all seems to be
happy for the coming day has return to
the an endless bright of the night comes
the lonely soul in the darkest day
live my spirit the hero of my blood in
the ground, marching to begin the
end, while my flesh wonder of where
to step, as lou my dirt of my foot
hide my shadow of the past, the naked
eye sees the path I walk, tender my
soul, long to be with the heaven sky
I wait...
poem by Antonio Liao
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This Time Around
It's getting colder in this ditch where I lie
I'm feeling older and I'm wondering why
I heard they told her it was tell and live or die
I didn't know her but I know why she lied
I didn't know her but I know why she died
Yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Yeah
And we won't go down
Yeah
I heard them say that dreams should stay in your head
Well I feel ashamed of the things that I've said
Put on these chains and you can live a free life
Well I'd rather bleed just to know why I died
Yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
Yeah
And we won't go down
Yeah
All I know is that fear has got to go
This time around
...This time around
I've started feeling like I don't want to fight
Give in to the given and put out the light
Cannons a blazing shower these moonlit skies
Then I remember and I know why he died
Do you know why I'd die
Yeah.
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
Yeah
song performed by by Hanson
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Daphne
She has… had… (which
is the more appropriate word
for those who live on so lively
in one’s human memory? …)
that grace of spirit which you’ll know
from reading, seeing acted out,
let’s say, Jane Austen:
at once as serious about life
as any thinker; yet as light-hearted
as she danced life’s play, that
to meet her, was to dance along
with her pure spirit..
a golden girl; I remember her
reading aloud Jane Austen’s letters,
Fanny Burney’s diaries, as if
she and we were living them together;
Shakespeare surely met her like..
she pretended to the belief
(eyes laughing, daring you to disagree..)
that ‘humour’ derives from ‘guna’…
and, she lived it; her soul, deeply serious;
her spirit, dancing to a merry tune;
acting out the play of life; speaking to the heart…
such are the lives that touch our own,
bless them, light them, lighten them;
may I share this memory of her? *
MS
*[guna: in Hinduism, the three ‘qualities’ of
all true goodness; activity; and rest;
continually swaying and swinging
the play of Creation with their imbalance
from first to last]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Free Me From Your Teases, Please
Free me from your teases, please.
No longer can I hide inside,
That exposed exterior side I show.
You are chipping away at it.
And I'm noticing how I can not resist.
Something you do keeps me anticipating...
A boost of the 'giddy'
That begins to reveal my insecurities.
Stop it and dropp this teasing done to me!
Free me from your teases, please.
You make me uncomfortable.
And I know this you can see.
I can not look you straight in your eyes.
You're doing something to me,
And I am caught by surprise.
Why have you picked me to do this to?
I am not a piece of putty,
Or wish to you to be glued!
Free me from your teases, please.
I will not be your next choice,
To play the fool for you.
Unless you give me a sign or a clue...
You are serious to pursue,
The depths of my lust!
And how you and I can keep that thrusting!
On a daily basis with touches we trust...
Belong to just us!
I can be discreetly sleazy.
Expect that to please...
And end your teases to meet your needs.
I can and will deliver.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stars have eyes! !
Stars have eyes
Did anyone ever see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars full of soul
Look any longer they take control
Did anyone ever see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars behold the sight
Look any longer and glide free like a kite
Did anyone see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars oh what a smile
Look any longer they’ll lite your darkness for a mile
Did anyone see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars share the love
Look any longer you know it comes from above
Well now you’ve seen the eyes on stars
Shared the beautiful soul amazed by their wonder
Enchanted by the smile
And overwhelmed by the love
But look any longer you will see the pain
The pain on the eyes of stars
Never to be concealed by the rain
The eyes on stars cry
Never to be wiped dry
The eyes on stars cry
The eyes on stars cry blood tears
Permanently there reminding of fears
The eyes on stars cry
The eyes on stars cry
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes cry
They cry blood
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes smile
Stars have eyes
Stars eyes.
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
poem by Lerato Shuping
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If
Sittin over here
Starin in your face
With lust in my eyes
Sure don't give a damn and ya
Don't know that I've been dreamin of ya in
My fantasies
Never once you looked at me
Don't even realize that I'm wantin you
To fulfill my needs
Think what you want
Let your mind free
Run free to a place no one dares to
How many night I've laid in bed excited over you
I've closed my eyes and thought of us a hundred different ways
I've gotten there so many times I wonder how bout you
Day and night
Night and day
All I've got to say is
[CHORUS:]
If I was your girl
Oh the things I'd do to you
I'd make you call out my name
I'd ask who it belongs to
If I was your woman
The things I'd do to you
But I'm not
So I can't
Then I won't
But
If I was your girl
Allow me some time to play with your mind
And you'll get there again and again
Close your eyes and imagine my body undressed
Take your time cuz we've got all night
song performed by by Janet Jackson from Janet
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Understanding myself
To be tough on myself and always go
For perfection
And be strict and rigid and self- righteous
There is so much sadness in here
Unnecessary pain
There is always a time to pamper myself
With my own foolishness
To laugh at myself and humiliate it
Before my eyes
To see how it can be humble and be
Simply itself
In its own smallness and madness
Behind this faith I must have doubts
As a way of self-measure
Behind this morality I must have my own
Taste of private sins
As a matter of discovering what lies
Behind me inside me outside me
This personal humanity
When you see me again I shall wear this smile
This understanding
Of what I am and what are we really
Double-faced and double-natured
Body and soul, spirit and flesh
Feel me as I feel myself
Touch me as I too touch myself
I dive to earth as body and flesh
Then I soar to the skies
As soul as spirit as finally limitless and forever free
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Pain Of An Earthly Existence
You tell me that I have a beautiful
soul but I know that I am so ugly.
For I was born into sin like all men
women who compose collective humanity.
The difference is I remember the moment
when sin entered my prime earthbound soul.
The moment just preceding my birth when
I felt sin enter pride manifest instantly grown.
Sin entered my soul to allow
my birth into this world of sin.
I have knowledge of pride sin
but not of sins entry origin in.
Yet the amazing thing for me is
that God can look into the hearts
of all men women who contain
such manifest sin far far worse.
I lost my divine nature in order
to be born looking into mirror
flesh masks sin manifest I contain
within is potential horror I attest.
Yet sin is the only horror that can
contain my earthly existence to
fulfil chosen purpose God within
my existence on temporal earth.
Without sin within I would
vibrate straight off
the horrific face of
this earth within an instant.
The vibration rate of such
an evil earth cannot
accommodate a human
soul completely free of sin.
Restoration acceptance of divine
birth divinity incarnate in flesh.
God enters in body sin corrupt
to dwell in form as holy spirit.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Unable To Sleep
didn't sleep well last night
I didn't dream last night
Losing all the battles
Losing all my fight
I didn't sleep well last night
Barely closed my eyes
tossed and turned and paced
until sunrise
I didn't dream last night
Any time I tried
I cried inside
and wanted to run and hide
I didn't sleep well last night
My world seems confused
Like a dead-end in a maze
like an ocean without a sky
All my friends are far away
the hands I hold are imagined
my life in shades of blue and grey
A life derailed and gone astray
I didn't dream last night
All my dreams feel broken
Hardly uttered or spoken
my tears have run dry
I didn't sleep at all last night
caught up in dispair
for all the things not right
not all black and white
I didn't dream last night
my heart is ablaze
with sadness and fright
No way to make things right
I didn't sleep at all last night
My ship must have sailed away
All I can do is pray
but I've forgotten why
2008 © James T. Adair
poem by James T. Adair
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No Tricks (feat. Betty Wright)
No tricks
Up my sleeve
I kicked the downs
And now I'm clean
No shakes
Up my spine
I beat the speed and I
Dumped the wine
No tracks
That was yesterday
I changed my style
The way I play
(Don't you believe it)
No blues
No depression
No more panic
Or obsession
Don't you believe
Anything he said
All them junkies talk that way
It's just as bad as it was before
I see the man knockin' at his back door
... this kid's straight
And put on ice
The street corner deals at any price
Come on and check my veins
And check my eyes
No tracks
That was yesterday
I changed my style
The way I play
(Don't you believe it)
No blues
No depression
No more panic
Or obsession
Some tricks
Just go away
And other tricks
They're here to stay
(Oh don't you know me)
Sometimes my spirit's willin'
The flesh is weak and
That's what's killin'
Don't you believe
Anything he said
All them junkies talk that way
It's just as bad as it was before
I see the man knockin' at his back door
Hey now this kid's straight
Put on ice
The street corner deals at any price
Come on and check my veins
And check my eyes
I tried so hard
But I'm hurting for another fix
It's just this habit
I, I can always kick
What do you say there friend?
(Don't you call me..)
It's just a game
And I can beat it any day
No matter what this lovely lady say
Hey, wanna be my friend?
Some tricks
They go away
And other tricks
They're here to stay
(Oh don't you know me)
Sometimes my spirit's willin'
My flesh is weak and
That's what's killin'
Don't you believe
Anything he said
All them junkies talk that way
It's just as bad as it was before
I see the man knockin' at his back door
I said this kid's straight
And put on ice
The street corner deals at any price
Come on and check my veins
And check my eyes
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Spirit
I can see my destination
I can hear my call
No more hesitation, mmm
This time I'm goin' for all
'Cause I know where this road leads to
And therefore I will rise
I know this dream will come true, mmm
And I will soar the sky
(Spirit, spirit)
Would you guide me? Oh
(Spirit) oh (spirit)
Stand by me
Come on, Come on, Come on
Set me free
I can feel the penetration
Of a strong wind movin' me, mmm
I feel can the elevation, mmm
Of an angel lifting me, mmm
'Cause I know where this road leads to
Therefore I will rise
I know this dream will come true, oh
And I will soar the sky
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Would you guide me? Ohh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Standin' by me
Come on, Come on, Come on
Set me free
(Oh spirit)
Now that I've found my way home
I've got to get there, get there (get there)
Though one step seems one mile long
Your bridge before my face (your bridge before my face)
I will take the leap of faith (I will take the leap of faith)
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Would you guide me? Oh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Stand by me, oh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Set me free...
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Spirit, set me free
(Spirit) help me find my way (spirit) stand by my side
Spirit take my hand and be my guide
(Spirit) run free (spirit) run free
Run free, run free
(Spirit) run free (spirit) run free...
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Straight On
Straight on, down a dead end street, down the throat of life's sweet dream
Get swallowed whole by innocence, get eaten by the folks you meet
Straight on like a taser dart, fifty thousand volts of art
Just like a chip inside your head, to tell you when to stop and start
Straight on to the ticking bomb, to big ideas, walk the dog
to myths like our democracy, vote Roland Rat and ditch the lot
Straight on like an open blade, an empty house, a rabbit snare
A window breaking in the night, the words you didn't want to hear,
a moon beam straight into the sun, a bullet from a careless gun
Straight on, with no fashion sense, no goodbyes and no last dance
a marble from a catapult, a quiverful of simple plans
Straight on into life's great wall, right through into life's great fall
Then down the chute and up the drain, recycled into something small
Straight on past the next surprise, seeing stars through starry eyes
and straight into a web of whys to find the lie that satisfies
Straight on like a corner shop, as deadly as a chopping block,
As friendly as a lion's den, a hooded crow, a lonely walk
The rail beneath the bullet train, the fragile sense within a brain
Straight on into history, skidding at you down the street
Tomorrow's just a yesterday we're never quite prepared to meet
Straight on like a butterfly searching for a net of lies
Across the fields of promises where every kind of vulture flies
Straight on through the great taboo; very soon there's nothing new
And all you hoped for hunts you down, to benefit the chosen few
Straight on through the universe, the blood of all our children spent
And riding on the broken wave we never think of what they've lent
They're in the wind and swinging free, as we dance round the gallows tree
Straight on like we're broken glass; we know how to fix the crash
We detonate good will for cash, because we think all things must pass
Straight on to the latest craze to empty us of emptiness
And knock the walls down, welcome in, spectators from the internet
Straight on like we know what's straight, something like the figure eight
We're tumbling dice, we're playing blind, down by the river on a date
Straight on like you've broken through and know exactly what to do
But all at once there's no-one there, for in the end there's only you
A moonbeam straight into the sun, , a bullet from a careless gun
Straight on into you... straight on, .....straight .... on through
Straight on like an ego trip, an iceberg, a sinking ship
Straight on like it's no big deal, just like a performing seal
Straight on like a falling bird, full of lead to show we're tough
Straight on like a harpoon line hooked into the flesh of time
til suddenly you realise it's you that's fighting for your life
Straight on into you... straight on, .....straight .... on through
10 05 12
Time Of Our Life
Hey, I can see that smile on your face
Tonight, memories will never erase
And I feel like our time has come
Our hearts are beating wild as one
True love, I know is hard to find
But you tonight, You're mine
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Hey, I hope you feel the same way I feel
Cause tonight the moon, the stars,
This moment is so real, To us we had everything
Our hearts have a song to sing
We now know that dreams come true
Cause now there's me and you
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we dance the night away
What can I say to you, You make life a holiday
Let's go and play, Let's go and play
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Come on and sing the song
Come on and sing along
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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Vibin (Cool Summer Mellow Mix)
[Talk:]
Just take a minute and catch the vibe
Just take a minute and catch the vibe
Just take a minute and catch the vibe
Just take a minute and catch the vibe
[Verse:]
Coolin' in the studio you know how the story goes
Bobbin' our heads to the tune we're about to do
It's a laid back swing thang
The groove we feel is strong,
We need peace here to get it on
Having fun as we go, makin' sure the flavor shows
Cause we're feeling alright
Takin' our time to free our minds and have a ball, ya'll
Everything's fine it ain't nothing to it cause
We're gonna do it all, what are
[Chorus:]
We're just vibin' dancing the night away
Groovin', vibin', don't stop until the break of day
In the basement music just right
Nothing goin' down but the mellow sounds
Of Mr. DJ's turntable's goin' round
A mad sensation, a crew of women around sparks inspiration
To set something off the right way to hear the people say
That we're feelin' alright
Takin' our time to free our minds and have a ball ya'll
Everything's fine it ain't nothing to it
'Cause we're gonna do it all, don't you know that
We're just vibin' dancing the night away
Groovin', vibin', don't stop until the break of day
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Hymn 22 part 2
Flesh and spirit.
Rom. 8:1
What vain desires and passions vain
Attend this mortal clay!
Oft have they pierced my soul with pain,
And drawn my heart astray.
How have I wandered from my God!
And, following sin and shame,
In this vile world of flesh and blood
Defiled my nobler frame!
For ever blessed be thy grace
That formed my soul anew,
And made it of a heav'n-born race,
Thy glory to pursue.
My spirit holds perpetual war,
And wrestles and complains;
But views the happy moment near
That shall dissolve its chains.
Cheerful in death I close my eyes
To part with every lust;
And charge my flesh, whene'er it rise,
To leave them in the dust.
My purer spirit shall not fear
To put this body on;
Its tempting powers no more are there,
Its lusts and passions gone!
poem by Isaac Watts
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Poetry
The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue.
I was willing to play the game.
Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore
basking in heat of silk throat,
I asked the needles to go ahead
and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.
Wasps were waiting to light the candles,
so that they can attack the pink skin.
The fruit bats were hanging upside down;
time for fellatio. A boundary was submerged
in deluge of anger. It was a white night
for an ice cream cone. God bless the queen.
Satish Verma
poem by Satish Verma
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Meditations Upon A Candle
Man's like a candle in a candlestick,
Made up of tallow and a little wick;
And as the candle when it is not lighted,
So is he who is in his sins benighted.
Nor can a man his soul with grace inspire,
More than can candles set themselves on fire.
Candles receive their light from what they are not;
Men grace from Him for whom at first they care not.
We manage candles when they take the fire;
God men, when he with grace doth them inspire.
And biggest candles give the better light,
As grace on biggest sinners shines most bright.
The candle shines to make another see,
A saint unto his neighbour light should be.
The blinking candle we do much despise,
Saints dim of light are high in no man's eyes.
Again, though it may seem to some a riddle,
We use to light our candles at the middle.
True light doth at the candle's end appear,
And grace the heart first reaches by the ear.
But 'tis the wick the fire doth kindle on,
As 'tis the heart that grace first works upon.
Thus both do fasten upon what's the main,
And so their life and vigour do maintain.
The tallow makes the wick yield to the fire,
And sinful flesh doth make the soul desire
That grace may kindle on it, in it burn;
So evil makes the soul from evil turn.
But candles in the wind are apt to flare,
And Christians, in a tempest, to despair.
The flame also with smoke attended is,
And in our holy lives there's much amiss.
Sometimes a thief will candle-light annoy,
And lusts do seek our graces to destroy.
What brackish is will make a candle sputter;
'Twixt sin and grace there's oft' a heavy clutter.
Sometimes the light burns dim, 'cause of the snuff,
Sometimes it is blown quite out with a puff;
But watchfulness preventeth both these evils,
Keeps candles light, and grace in spite of devils.
Nor let not snuffs nor puffs make us to doubt,
Our candles may be lighted, though puffed out.
The candle in the night doth all excel,
Nor sun, nor moon, nor stars, then shine so well.
So is the Christian in our hemisphere,
Whose light shows others how their course to steer.
When candles are put out, all's in confusion;
Where Christians are not, devils make intrusion.
Then happy are they who such candles have,
All others dwell in darkness and the grave.
But candles that do blink within the socket,
And saints, whose eyes are always in their pocket,
Are much alike; such candles make us fumble,
And at such saints good men and bad do stumble.
Good candles don't offend, except sore eyes,
Nor hurt, unless it be the silly flies.
Thus none like burning candles in the night,
Nor ought to holy living for delight.
But let us draw towards the candle's end:
The fire, you see, doth wick and tallow spend,
As grace man's life until his glass is run,
And so the candle and the man is done.
The man now lays him down upon his bed,
The wick yields up its fire, and so is dead.
The candle now extinct is, but the man
By grace mounts up to glory, there to stand.
poem by John Bunyan
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Hollow Bullet
The hollow bullet pierces the skin
Something dies within.
The angel of mercy will not visit here today.
Thoughts of prayer go out without a doubt.
But they go unheard as the children are gathered together and butchered.
Execution style.
The rape of the women occurs as their husbands watch.
Oh so powerless.
Finally the men are beheaded.
Horrible acts that no one wants to admit happen or have ever bare witness too.
A gas chamber in the mind.
It is so suffocating.
One can no longer breath.
Once seen a man can no longer be the same.
So much shame bottled up inside.
How can one swallow so much of the pride?
The existence of ones soul subsides.
What was once their is no more.
Can you see this man's blank stare?
When you look straight into the devils eyes he can devour you.
He can eat you alive.
To understand you must meet one who survived.
Not many now.
Most dead and gone.
And sometimes I believe that is for the best.
Finally they have found rest.
Death relieves their unrest.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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For Nicholas
There is a soul named Nicholas
He's not like you and I
His path has been an uphill climb
But his spirit it does fly.
He wanders though our neighborhood
And no one ever cares
They never see him as they should
A golden stalk of purest wheat
And we are but the tares.
If only they would stop and see,
And read his poetry,
They would meet a soul so sweet
A spirit grand and free.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Bless us, our Lord
Bless us, our Lord
Bless our soul, night and day
We are going out
We are trying to live
Bless everyone we met
Bless every hope they make
Give us time to be back home
Give us strength to pray
Because we are not strong enough
to bless ourself
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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