The true paradises are paradises we have lost.
quote by Marcel Proust
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Poetry
Enobles the heart and the eyes,
and unveils the meaning of all things
upon which the heart and the eyes dwell.
It discovers the secret rays of the universe,
and restores to us forgotten paradises.
poem by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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You Will Know
Lonely one at young so broken hearted
Traveling down the rigid road of life
Using pharmaceutical extractions
To find their paradises
Finds the high but comes down
Feeling lower
Gets down on their knees and
Starts to pray looking up to heaven for the answer
To hear a voice that says
[Chorus:]
You will know troubled heart
You'll know
Problems have solutions
song performed by by Mary Mary from Incredible
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Wisdom
Let's go to the green steps of the lawn
And do the sums of life there sitting down
If we want only profits and no losses
And all the losses turn into profits
And all the profits turn into losses
Then the scale of life, of course, dis-balances
This leads us not in paradises but, of course, in hells.
It seems to be small whatever things we gained
It seems to be big whatever things we lost
If all the lost things are gained
And all the gained things are lost
Then life is not, at a gain but definitely at a loss.
If the profits are the blissful graces
Then the losses are not less than the spices
Whatever we do on the steps sitting
All these are not sums but a bargaining
This Leads us nowhere but to do mistakes
In this we never do profits but always do losses.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Within Paradise Landscapes
we are the wilderness
the wilderness is us
deserts are paradises
of possibility awaiting
return long departed
rains years missing
ever ready
to flower
in instant rain
into vast desert seas
of flower blooms
within paradise landscapes
of all bliss minded
to swim river wind
flows of desert flowers
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Land of Dreams
from the east comes the unicorn
wearing sparkles and sunbeams
As we enter the realm of capricorn
where sunprincess brings sweet dreams
come and see beautiful smiling faces
we will cross the diamonds of sand
where there are dreams, in secret places
far out to sea, past the horizon
so many paradises, our ships are finding
we shall stay, until the month nisan
the gold ribbon keeps unwinding
and unwinding and unwinding
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Ballad Of The Adventurers
Sickened by sun, with rainstorms lashing him rotten
A looted wreath crowning his tangled hair
Every moment of his youth apart from its dream was forgotten
Gone the roof overhead, but the sky was always there
Oh you, who are flung out, alike from heaven and from hades
You murderers whove been so bitterly repaid
Why did you part from the mothers who nursed you as babies
It was peaceful and you slept and there you stayed
Still he explores and rakes the absinthe green oceans
Though his mother has given him up for lost
Grinning and cursing with a few odd tears of contrition
Always in search of that land where life seems best
Loafing through hells and flocked through paradises
Calm and grinning, with a vanishing face
At times he still dreams of a small field he recognises
With a blue sky overhead and nothing else
song performed by by David Bowie
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Dreamers
To escape reality
dreamers’ dream of places
where only in their mind can go.
Paradises filled with warmth
and all the colours of the rainbow.
Places where peace is held by everyone,
lands where love is stretched out with every hand.
Dreamers go there
when they are tucked up in bed every night
away from a world
where some just cannot forgive
and into a world of live and let live.
Their own personal paradise
where only their mind can go.
12 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Exhausting
Putrefaction of dream-created paradises
Blows around this mourning-filled, tired heart,
That drank only disgust out of all sweetness,
And bleeds to death in vulgar pain.
Now it beats after the rhythm of faded dances
To the cloudy melodies of despair,
Meanwhile the star-crowns of old hope
Wither on the long ago godless altar.
From the drunkenness of fragrances and wines
An extreme awake feeling of shame remained with you -
Yesterday in distorted reflection -
And everyday's gray grief crushes you.
poem by Georg Trakl
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I may be wrong
I’m sure I’ve passed this way before
and certain that I will again
I do not worry any more
although some questions still remain.
What is my purpose in the plan.
I do not know and none can say
what is the value of a man?
What role am I supposed to play?
I do believe I’m here to learn,
gain valuable experience.
As every soul must in its turn.
It seems to me to make more sense.
Than being judged on one life span.
A moment in eternity
It’s far beyond the scope of man
to reach perfection speedily.
I’m sure I’ve walked this road before
and certain that I will again.
Obedient to the Karmic law
which rules the fate of everyman.
I don’t believe vague promises
that learned priests all guarantee.
Visions of their paradises,
which simply don’t make sense to me.
28-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Accept now my dear friend
that there are days and nights
yin and yang
darkness and light
open highways and dead ends
that if there are daughters of Chaste
there too are the daughters of Lust
that if there are sons of Love
too there are sons of Hate
that there are mountains and plains
seas and deserts
prey and predator
victors and victims
accept my dear friend that this world is round
inside and out
rings of fire
depths of trenches
do not settle for the illusion of peace
and disregard the reality of war
accept my friend
there are fakes and genuines
morons and geniuses
blacks and whites and lots of shades between them
shallows and deeps
tongues and toes
embrace those days of sacrifices
and those other days of paradises
and when you have learned all these
you shall have taken wisdom in
have seen life at its peaks and lows
live it
the way it is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The door way
I speak through my hands in space.
At a closed doorway, handles with diamond.
Where your eyes are the keys to enter,
where gardens, paradises of this life lie.
In the time that adorns my soul.
The new havens of happiness lie behind that door.
In your journeys, while watching the reflection in my eyes
and suffers while your eyes kiss me.
She got up and approached slowly.
In her eyes dipped, I choked, while she skimmed my lips.
As a goddess of dreams, fell from the sky,
overflowing my heart. Strange silence, walls of enclose towers, in the centre of my heart. Listen to this echo, a dream of falling in a ditch crying,
Crying tears of efforts to silence. Like a bridge, lowered in your moat. I want to go beyond my thoughts, run through the fissures of your lips. That my soul forever wanted to kiss.
poem by Luca Menin
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My First Poem
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
D day u dream d day I lost
Its d day d dream come true
I lost in woods d fire beneath
Dreaming the eyes d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost in world d world of souls,
No matter what u wear, what u eat,
It only matters what u did what u think,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
Opens d heart in soul rest mind,
Opens d sky as a sapphire of life,
No more bondings,
No more relations,
No more feels,
No more heals,
No more limits,
No more hopes,
D day I become an independent being
Its d day d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream……
poem by Imnt Alive
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Enigma of the closed books [Enigma cărţilor închise]
Immaculate fair pages written by hands on which the humble time has placed
Its everlasting emblems with much haste!
O, thoughts withered in closed books
O, cold deeps opened in paradises with good looks
O, written dreams flowing like brooks!
There are mournful books whose mystic thrills
As light as quills
Garland any dumb disaster
With horizons blue or pale like alabaster,
Inoculating deeply the nightly statues with gestures mirrored
By the lakes full of mystery
And tranquility.
There are books in mourning
Full of tanned longing,
There are books whose chants full of gloom
Wake up and stir the pangs in the royal tomb...
When the doleful rhythm of the ballads without sound
Resurrects, vibrates, contemplates and falls to the ground
Or in the waterfalls around
The pale dreams will retire in nooks.
O, the eerie enigma of the closed books!...
poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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After 4 Years?
After 4 years of fighting
I'm lost?
After all dedication for you
I'm lost?
Am I lost in this fight?
It seems likely and true.
After 4 years of loving
I'm lost?
After all of our conversation
I'm lost?
Am I got the lost love?
It seems likely and true.
After these 4 years
What is going to be?
Whether I'm lost or not
It seems likely and true
Your call.
poem by Rudolph Manheim
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Love & Death
(wb yeats)
Behold the flashing waters
A cloven dancing jet,
That from the milk-white marble
For ever foam and fret;
Far off in drowsy valleys
Where the meadow saffrons blow,
The feet of summer dabble
In their coiling calm and slow.
The banks are worn forever
By a people sadly gay:
A titan with loud laughter,
Made them of fire clay.
Go ask the springing flowers,
And the flowing air above,
What are the twin-born waters,
And theyll answer death and love.
With wreaths of withered flowers
Two lonely spirits wait
With wreaths of withered flowers
fore paradises gate.
They may not pass the portal
Poor earth-enkindled pair,
Though sad is many a spirit
To pass and leave them there
Still staring at their flowers,
That dull and faded are.
If one should rise beside thee,
The other is not far.
Go ask the youngest angel,
She will say with bated breath,
By the door of marys garden
Are the spirits love and death.
song performed by by Waterboys
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I smell your perfume on the wind
I smell your perfume on the wind
And cry a pool of tears
And sit beside it
And fish for our lost love
But i'm living an illusion
The waters are too salty for anything to exist
You're love was written on rose petals
Perfumed in paradise
Delicate and fine as a butterflies' wing
Too fine for the roughness
Of unyielding minds and opinions
Of people who have never tasted of pure love
Who never stroked with there lips
A marble smooth cheek such as yours
Who never clasp a hand so tight
That they were afraid to let go
That letting go was letting go forever
Who never looked in an eye
That shone back the love it received
Who never lay beside a silken-skinned body
And smiled
And counted himself a king with a queen
Who never had a bed
That was a raft of pure love
On a sea, stained with prejudice and jealously
Who never knew of a love so pure
That being without it
Was not being
That you turn to a shadow
A piece of mist
At the mercy of the winds
A formless wandering creature
For being without you I am that creature now
For my love for you
Is written in granite
By the fire of pure love
A white flamed fire of pure love
That no being can erase
That no seed of hate
Can grow on
That no prejudice or jealously
Will cover or wear away
I never chose you
You never chose me
Love chose us
It made the match
And bound us with a chain
A chain of magical links
Each an angels ' wing
Each wing given freely for us
Each a token of love
That blossomed
And flowered into pure love
A love of loves
In a paradise of paradises
A place where we ran away to
A place where we weren't
Afraid to be ourselves
To unite and gel and become one
poem by Paul Larmour
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I Want To Believe It's You
So many years I've been waiting alone
So many days in blue
Thinking that life maybe passed me by
Then suddenly I found you
And now all of my life seems to change overnight
And I don't know what to do
You say you want to be mine
That it's love this time
I want to believe it's true
I want to believe it's you
It's never easy for me in love
I never can find what I need
I need a lover that's lost but hasn't lost touch
Someone who's lost like me
And then I come on too strong and I play it all wrong
I don't know why I do
But something tells me tonite
That this might be right
I want to believe it's true
I want to believe it's you
Oh...I want to believe it's true
Oh...I want to believe it's you
I keep having this dream that I go through
A man holds me close but I never see who
Babe, can't you see that
I want to believe it's you
It's easy to hide your heart away
It's easy to never choose
I've loved and I've lost and I've lost my way
And now I'm afraid to lose
But when you say that it's right
That it's here tonight
I'm ready to see it, too
Like a prisoner's release
Like a promise of peace
I want to believe it's true
I want to believe it's you
song performed by by Quarterflash
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Gods Comic
Wish youd known me when I was alive, I was a funny feller
The crowd would hoot and holler for more
I wore a drunks red nose for applause
Oh yes I was a comical priest
With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar
Chorus:
Now Im dead, now Im dead, now Im dead,
Now Im dead, now Im dead
And Im going on to meet my reward
I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared
He might of never heard gods comic
So there he was on a water-bed
Drinking a cola of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelette, listening to andrew lloyd-webbers requiem
He said, before it had really begun, I prefer the one about my son
Ive been wading through all this unbelievable
Junk and wondering if I should have given
The world to the monkeys
Chorus
Im going to take a little trip down paradises endless shores
They say that travel broadens the mind, til you cant get your head out of doors
Im sitting here on the top of the world
I hang around in the longest night
Until each beast has gone bed and then I say
God bless and turn out the light
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe and you beg and you promise
And you bargain and you plead
Sometimes you confuse me with santa claus
Its the big white beard I suppose
Im going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold
I might be gone for a while if you need me
Now Im dead, now Im dead, now Im dead,
Now Im dead, now Im dead and youre all
Going on to meet your reward
Are you scared? are you scared? are you scared?
Are you scared?
You might have never heard, but gods comic
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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True
Sun come shining through
You are still dreaming
I can hardly believe it
Im here with you
Lying in you arms
I hear you breathing
I tried to capture the moment
That I share with you
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Tell me this is true
Drowning in your eyes
Your heart is beating
The world outside it feels so cold
But its warm here with you
Hours they go by
My love keeps growing
Its like we live in slow motion
Im so lost in you
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Tell me this is true
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
I cant believe its true
song performed by by Lasgo
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Is It A Maybe Or Is It True?
It's not a maybe for me.
It's very true for me.
If it's a maybe for you,
Then, it's maybe true for you.
Why not make it true
And change the world for you?
In response to this statement:
Maybe it's true
Maybe we don't know what we have
Until we've lost it.
but maybe it's also true
that we don't know what we're missing
until we find it.