Far From Reality
Far...
I think that night just got me,
Miles aways from strength,
And was only gulping for a breath,
Of relief from tire.
I closed my eyes, so did my ears,
I went deep in sleep;
Was actually deep!
Far from reality,
In a dream of quality.
I saw birds of white feathers,
Flying Eastward to better weathers;
The direction that is the sun,
Wafting their cute arms-fan,
Looking for a verdant tree of apple,
In a tranquil sea of fortuned ample.
From...
Here, my innocent conscience spoke to me:
'The second bird was last behind,
But the first in mind;
In line, it was the last,
In speed, was the first'
My innocent conscience spoke again,
This time stabbing my brain:
'The bird behind must be MAN,
The bird on fore must be WOMAN'
'Man's in white suit,
Woman's in white gown that suit'
Wow! A day to remember,
Like twenty fifth of December,
Is the hour they took a vow,
Assuming to nobody, nothing they owe.
Reality...
Now I saw them fly, past me,
Man and woman flew past the sea,
That place I couldn't see,
But only take a chance to imagine,
That Bill and Coo along sea margin,
Leaving a silence of heart,
To prove best of its creative art...
And it was like, I overheard,
Or and or may be it was heard,
From semi voice, whispering mind,
A raunchy voice of the kind,
Sandwiched between gaiety,
And slices of romance and humanity.
Whatever I judged was not bogus
Neither it wa' a present from Las Vegas!
I
The bird man's voice came to me,
He spoke,
What me no joke o' poke:
'Darling, my sole love,
You're all I wanna have,
Not all perfect relationships got in existence,
Some require mind of patience:
One, understanding of scholar,
Two, knowledge like philosopher,
Three, flexibility of an infant,
Four, acceptance like a saint,
Five, subtlety of very wise men,
Six, fortitude like certain,
Seven, thirst of a learner
Eight, creativity like a designer...'
II
Feminine sweet voice hit me,
She cou'd not wait NINE and TEN,
Her heart mus' hadst been an oven,
Falling deep, deeper and deepest,
In LOVE with words of great taste!
Speaking like queen captain of fairy,
Commanding a plague over ferry:
'But what I feel for you is strong,
Worth living for you for long,
It's profound,
And can never be found,
Upon towers of royalty,
Or under impediments of loyalty...,
(Whisper) You are my thirst,
And allow me win your trust! '
Chorus:
Strongly lustrous, smiling...
You're far away from SAD,
Living to know me, you; are TWO,
In this affair we STIR.
Veins full of real blood than GRAPHIC,
Every minute roaming each AREA.
Seconds shou'd mean blooming CLOSENESS,
Time to time we make love NEW.
Encounter every dream within our ERA.
Reality shou'd zoom close and BIG.
Across every nation, Imma be with YOU.
Kenyan queen, you're all woman I NEED;
Uncomparably CREME DE LA CREME.
Races of every crustal state must salute....
Above reality! Far From Reality!
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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Reality Bites
reality has a picture
an old one, still black and white
for which i have
this love-hate relationship
of keeping it and
then throwing it away
again
reality has a way of showing me
that i cannot escape
and here i am as always
visiting it alone when no one is watching
we are friends finally
and we keep secrets
reality knows how to keep this secret
this Sphinx of my mind
that black bird with strong wings that
can fly away whenever it likes
to
and stay on top of the situation
saying:
' i can manage the weight
of silence'
reality this venomous snake that bites
me and can kill me
even
but through time i have taken much
dose by
dose
teeth to
teeth
and so
i gained this immunity
of death and pain
'we get attuned
to heat'
the desert has this
wisdom
somehow
reality is skin to my bones and flesh
or bones and blood
wrapped in sealed
epidermic containers
i have all the options for lying like the other woman
next door
and then suffer
and then be too unhappy
or just
be the happiest man
for the moment
two faces, day and night
when we get older we know what is this all about
and it is not even worth mentioning at all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bird-Magic
Where no birds breathe, bird-magic breathes
Bird-beauty, bird-spirit, bird-splendour,
And brings where no bird wings,
Wing-beats that woo me to wonder.
What do I want when a woman can warm
Bird-magic from her bosom, her womanly arms?
Her lips that are petals, her thighs that are trees,
Boughful with blossoms of softness and ease?
What is the liquid that lingers with love
In her voice? Is the music that hangs in her eyes?
The dewdrop.that dangles from finger-tip touch?
The mellifluous magic that moves me so much?
This is no bird-magic:
This is woman, who with a sweep of her hair
Sends birds bursting to wings in the air.
This is woman, whose frown
Droops dark feathers down.
This is woman; her smile, her kiss, her holding in arms,
Hold more bliss for me than bird-charms.
poem by Tan Pratonix
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Hypnagogic
a woman dreams that she turns
into an orange bird
and on the other hand the orange
bird seeing her so beautiful and complete
less the orange wings and feathers
dreams of having woman-hands
soft and a flowing body like a slender
river curving through along
the side of a big mountain where
the orange bird perches on a branch
of an olive tree beside it
convoluted, the thoughts unwind
themselves in sleep wanting rest
from all these warping of time
and seasons and images and swapping
between reality and dream
surreal and mundane
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Falling
In love, in love
In love, in love
Slower than the sun goes down
Softer than the autumn rain
Surer than the earth is round
Gentle as the moring breeze
Warm enough to sleep and dream
There is no doubt in my mind
Im falling, (in love), Im falling, (in love)
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
Clearer than the morning light
Darker than the deepest night
There is no doubt in my mind
Im falling, (in love), Im falling, (in love)
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
In love, in love
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
song performed by by Olive
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Your Presence
Reality – THIS reality in which YOU live – is more beautiful
than the dream, I am content, it would seem you can work
wonders with your presence, when you are there, the sun
comes out, when you speak, you open my heart, when you
pronounce, my mind wakes up, with your sonorous voice
in my ears, I understand the meaning of living this life
Thank you for teaching me to trust by being trustworthy
and holding my hand when my fears held me over the
abyss, thank you for turning back as I fell trying to follow
in your footsteps, thank you for being just who you are
even when others did not comprehend your great spirit
and sweet intent – I appreciate you, right here, right now
Just as you are, without fear that you are just a figment
of my imagination – because you are not, you are so
much bigger than that – no fantasy can reach the height
of your stature, you just keep growing, I love reality
- at last!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Last night I had a dream
Last night i had a dream
a dream about a future
a future that i had buried
deep within
A dream that made me wonder
how deep is that burial place
within me
Last night i had a dream
a dream about a past
a past that my memory
refuses to name.
Dug up by another name from
that very past
Last night i had a dream
a dream about the present
a present that i choose to
live in oblivion off.
a present with hurt, betrayal
pain and sadness
A present that however hard
i run away from shackles
me to my past and my future
chains, which i am unable to
break free from
which tie me down and make me who and what i am
Last night i had a dream
do i wish to wake up and
face reality.
are not the dream and the reality
one and the same.
Last night i had a dream
a dream or was i awake
finally.
poem by Jasveen Ahluwalia
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This Woman
How many have loved the one I love
and never stood a chance
to tap into the depths of this woman
like I, in sweet romance?
How many have wanted the one I want
and never had her heart?
To feel for her just what I feel
has torn their dreams apart.
But my dream was a reverie
that became for me reality.
And all the others were left with sadness
for they would never be
touched by this woman in so many ways
that takes your breath away.
And so I say to them, ' seek another'
on every brand new day.
For this woman is mine, only mine
and I shall keep her so.
And all of you others that envy me
will never really know
this woman.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Green Bird, Golden Bird.
A tired green bird flew a very long journey,
Came to a stop in a beautiful valley.
There were many birds of all colours singing and playing,
Among them he saw a beautiful golden bird,
Her feathers shining in the bright sunshine,
And her voice echoed melodiously.
Within a short time the green and golden birds were close friends,
They knew each other deeply by heart,
Passing the days, flying from valley to valley,
And resting from tree to tree.
Then one sad day, golden bird must return,
She too had flown from across the vast ocean,
Even though it broke the green bird's heart,
But he was willing to let go, and before she left, .. he asked;
Golden bird, have I full-filled my promises to you?
That I would never hurt you,
That I would protect you with my life,
That I would share my provisions with you,
That I would make you happy and smiling always!
Is there any single word to describe all these?
Golden bird,
I will pray for your lasting happiness,
I will never forget your overflowing kindness,
You have nested permanently in my heart…and lastly,
I dream for us to be able to fly together again,
in unimaginable beautiful green heaven!
poem by Desert Life
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Love Online
We fell in love online
Even though we had never heard each others voice
Or saw each others face
Was there love online we could almost taste
For the words you spoke the words you wrote to me
I imagined you here saying them to me
We had a love affair online
All though it only lasted a short time
But now its over an your gone
I wish it could of gone on and on
Deep down i knew it was never real
But we took away the lonliness
That was real that we both could feel
We spoke of lost love and sorrow
Of love we thought we had in the past
But it was just something that we borrowed
As we help each other through
Something we thought we never knew
I often search for you online
Remembering of that special time
Where ever you are out there
I hope your in love with someone
For i am over here
Salted
The 14th day of Abib,
All offerings must be salted;
Between the two rivers,
Between the two walls,
Between the two evenings,
Between the two cities,
Two horns like a lamb and the voice of many waters.
Life after childbirth,
The voice of a great thunder to share a view;
But the grain and the drink offerings are written in the Book.
And i heard a voice from heaven,
'Try to understand the vision of man';
Like two thousand thousand thousand!
Of a woman clothed with the sun and,
White like a wool.
In my sleep,
In my vision,
In my mind,
In my dream,
White like snow;
But into her wilderness of love to write this poem.
Of the great winepress and a pair of shoes,
Of your friuts of love and the sins of man,
She being with a child is about to give birth;
Like a woman sitting on the moon clothed with the cloud of love.
My mind is to lure you on this love,
My work is to lure you on this act,
Better from the top with impressions on her sweet love;
But the disciplined mind will lead the truth always like,
The unborn fetus waiting for its time to come into the world.
There is no smoke without fire,
And perfect love casts out fear!
So it must be salted before eating,
For this love is on all the offerings.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Timed Affair
A love affair with tranquility…
What are the possibilities…
Where is the woman which fit that bill…?
I know she exist, but just how do I…
Go about in finding her…
A gentleman needs a strong minded…
Woman…
A woman with internal fortitude…
Existence in peace…between two people…
Something only heard of in heaven…
They say it is a land of milk and honey…
Ain't love funny…
Streets paved with gold…
Is that good for the soul…?
A dream I am sure…
But something to look forward too…
A better place…sweeter then…the tenderness….
Of the female garden…
Tranquil, real, true solitude…for two…
A real mind-over-matter…touch…
A lust beyond the walls of conception…
Man and woman on the same path…
At last…a free union…blessed by what…
Was at the beginning…
That per-fect…love affair…
NOW, PEASE, WAKE, ……….UP.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Making Love To A Black Woman
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Romantically and Patiently;
Take the time to make love to her mind.
Fulfill all of her midnight wishes.
Cover her entire body with soft wet kisses.
Tell her, so that she will know!
There's no place on her body
your tongue won't go.
And, when you love a Black Woman,
you love her real slow.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Passionately and Sincerely;
Let her Sweetness become your Weakness.
Do not use just the Penis, But include your ear.
Listen to the sweet sound of her moans
and see what you hear.
Feel the warmth and care of her loving embrace.
Place your mouth on hers and savor the taste.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Sensually and Honestly;
Say what you mean and mean what you say.
Tell her that you love her,
more and more with each passing day.
Let all of the fantasies that dance in her head.
Become her moonlight reality
when it's time to go to bed.
Kiss and lick all over her body
until you find all her right spots.
Touch and caress her soft skin
and make her real hot.
Mutual satisfaction is a lover's plan.
Love her, cause you are in love with her.
She's your Woman and your her Man.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Lovingly and completely;
Love her until her 'Screams of Passion'
are all you that hear.
Suck on her neck and stick
your tongue in her ear.
Hold her soft round ass
in the palm of your hands.
Let her sexual wishes
become your loving commands.
Love your Black Woman with
your Mind, Body and Soul.
She's the most precious gift on this Earth.
She's worth her weight in gold.
How do you make love to a Black Woman?
There's only one true way to start.
To make love to a Black Woman,
just give her your Heart.
poem by Samuel Newton
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Cloud Nine[Doin Fine]
Darling part of my life it wasnt very pretty. see, I was born and raised
In the slums of the city.it was a 1 room shack and slept 10 other children
Beside me.we hardly had enough food or room to sleep. it was hard times. i
Needed some thing to ease my troubled mind.
Listen, my father didnt know the meaning of work. he disrespected mama and
Treated us like dirt.i left home seeking a job that I never did find.depressed
And down hearted I took to cloud nine.
Im doin fine, up here, on cloud nine. listen 1 more time, Im doin fine, up
Here, on cloud nine.
Folks down there tell me, they say give your self a chance son dont let life
Pass you by,but the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongly
Survive.its a dog-eat-dog world and that aint no lie. it aint even safe no
More, to walk the streets at night.
Im doin fine, on cloud nine.
Let me tell you about cloud nine. cloud nine, you can be what you want to
Be,(cloud nine)you aint got no responsibilities,and every man,every man is
Free (cloud nine) your a million miles from reality, reality I wanna say upper,
Higher,upper, up, up and away.
I wanna say I love the life I live, and Im gonna live the life I love, up here
On cloud nine.
I, i, i, i, i, Im riding high on cloud nine.
Your as free as a bird in flight, (cloud nine)theres
No difference between day and night (cloud nine)its a world of love and
Harmony, (cloud nine) your a million miles from reality,reality wonna say
Upper,higher,upper, up,up and away. cloud nine you can be what you wanna
Be,(cloud nine)you aint got no responsibilities,(cloud nine)every man and his
Mind is free,your a million miles from reality, you can be what you wanna be.
Im feelin fine on cloud nine.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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A Song Of The Sea.
Here within the half-light 'tween the night and day
Upon the sands I lie, with thoughts that idly stirr'd
Seem, as in a dream, with life and death to play,
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird.
In my heart I hear it, the murmur of the sea,
Ah! and memories of other lives are stirr'd,
As somewise there came a mystic voice to me
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird.
Who but knows that in me is a ghost that hears
A voice it heard of old in the primeval word —
A memory so dim, it like a dream appears
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird!
poem by Robert Crawford
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Woman In Me (feat. Destiny's Child)
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Ohhhhh
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
As I look in, look in the mirror I see
Life is really here to be with me, oh
I can see myself getting stronger everyday
I'm not the same woman I used to be
So now I tell myself I am thinkin strong
I see the beauty lying within my soul
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
When I love myself I can do whatever I want
Doesn't matter what you do to me, do to me
Honest people, there's a possibility
To tell you my real reality
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (woman in me baby)
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Can you see the woman in me
Do you really wanna see the woman in me
Hahha, let me show you
Don't underestimate the woman I become
The woman I am
So now I tell myself that I'm thinkin I'm strong
And I see the beauty lying within my soul
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
(laughter
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain.
quote by Leo Buscaglia
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The Love Of A Woman
I walked half way across this town
Singing in the pouring rain
I knew someway somehow
I had to see your smiling face
Some people need some time
Some people need their space
But when you're not in my arms
You're too far away (for).
Chorus:
The love of a woman
The love of a woman like you
The love of a woman
There's nothing so strong and so true
I prayed to God above
And I've searched my whole life through
For the love of a woman
The love of a woman like you.
My friends all ask me why
I lay my heart on the line
But somewhere deep down inside
They know exactly why
When it don't go like you plan
There's nothing that hurts so bad
But when it works like it should
There's nothing on earth known to man (like).
Chorus:
The love of a woman
The love of a woman like you
The love of a woman
There's nothing so strong and so true
I prayed to God above
And I've searched my whole life through
For the love of a woman
The love of a woman like you.
--- Instrumental ---
Oh, I prayed to God above
And I've searched my whole life through
For the love of a woman
The love of a woman like you
For the love of a woman
The love of a woman like you...
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Real Love
I gotta step back, back to see reality
Remember girls that were my destiny
Those feelings that were always inside of me
Always I thought - bam - there was reality
My heart my insight once had a bright light
Forever I thought but I never know
That that kinda love, onesided and not given back
Would break my heart, yeah and would break my back
So never again I vowed to the earth and sea
To trust to rely on girls to set love free
Feel the thing in my heart the way its been before
But life was gonna teach me, down in n.y.c
So my memories full of fear and agony
I experienced the way when love is set free
Revealed by both though never said thru words
But this time love failed cause distance sealed it
Chorus:
Think about the real love!
So I was back, back in the place
Where I started before not willing to love
Show feelings no more, wrong time,
Wrong place they said to myself, what a disgrace
cause then it happened, emotions continuity
Took its toll prepared todays reality
Courage and luck on my side and inside of me
R-e-a-l-i-t-y, its been to me
Like a dream I had as a little child
With a thousand colours totally wild
Bleedin into one embracing themselves
Brighter and more fluorescent than anything else
And now Im back, back in my reality
Looking at my life, my love and feel the
Essence of thruth, ethereal eternity
I finally found it, God I love reality!
Chorus
Real love is found just once in life
Chorus
song performed by by H-BlockX
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The Mystic And The Realist
in his poem 'To the Cuckoo' Wordsworth described the bird as a mysterious thing
As if a bird's voice without a bird out of nowhere did sing
As he told he searched for the bird on bush and sky and tree
And yet that voice to him remained as a great mystery.
John Clare the poet from Helpston where he lived when he was young
Once got so close to the cuckoo that he even see her tongue
A leading student of Nature's ways Nature he did not mystify
He never told of searching for a mysterious bird in bush and tree and sky.
Poor John Clare had a mental illness by life he was given a raw deal
But he did see Nature for what she is he see Nature as real
The birds and animals that lived around him he intimately knew
And to the reality of Nature till death he remained true.
The Mystic and the Realist they see things differently
What was a real bird to one to the other was a mystery
What makes us all interesting is that we are more different even than we realize
And we see the World around us through very different eyes.
poem by Francis Duggan
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