Baptism
Into the furnace let me go alone;
Stay you without in terror of the heat.
I will go naked in--for thus ''tis sweet--
Into the weird depths of the hottest zone.
I will not quiver in the frailest bone,
You will not note a flicker of defeat;
My heart shall tremble not its fate to meet,
My mouth give utterance to any moan.
The yawning oven spits forth fiery spears;
Red aspish tongues shout wordlessly my name.
Desire destroys, consumes my mortal fears,
Transforming me into a shape of flame.
I will come out, back to your world of tears,
A stronger soul within a finer frame.
poem by Claude McKay
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Shout
Feel the rhythm, deep inside my soul
Feel the rhythm of my love
I want you
Revelation, absolutely stalls (???)
When you're giving it to me
Shout (shout), shout (shout)
Baby if you'd rather moan (???)
Shout (shout), shout (shout)
Baby if you'd rather moan (???)
Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
In the mirror, you can see my face
You know what you do to me, you make me
Shout (shout), shout (shout)
Baby if you'd rather moan (???)
Shout (shout), shout (shout)
Baby if you'd rather moan (???)
Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me, yeah
(Yeah, eh eh)...(Yeah, eh eh)
a--a--a--a--a--a--a--a-a a--a--a--a--a--a--a--ahh
a--a--a--a--a--a--a--a-a a--a--a--a--a--a--a--ahh
song performed by by Haddaway
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In The Dark
In the dark I pierce you in the heart of what is good and brings life.
It gives me such a thrill.
The ecstacy begins to spill.
You shout and moan as I groan.
The passion kills with such delight.
I never want to end this night.
We all feel better when we meet this fate.
For this pleasure it's never too late.
The rhythym pulses and pounds.
Our inhibitions lay on the ground.
In the dark our desires meet.
With you now I feel no defeat.
Let's make it last, we have no past,
we have no future so let's get it right.
Alone with you in the dark,
we've created quite a spark.
In our pleasure we shout and bark.
It's over now we've had our sin.
I'll call you soon and it will begin again.
poem by Michael McParland
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Weird World
It's a Weird World...Weird World
Hey, hey, hey!
The sun is over the city but it's an orange day
There is reason for looking up but I'm feeling down
You see Ive got to catch a plane, won't buy a ticket
'Cause it's hard to just stop when you're spinning around
Its a weird world dont you know it?
Its a weird world and it wont slow down
Its a weird world no matter how you roll it
Hey, hey, hey! Sweet baby
Theres a way
Just stand up and fight it
Hey, hey, hey!
Never give up, and dont let it wear out (now)
Your love
It's a weird world...Yeah
Sent a message to a G.I.
In the desert
Said thank you man for bringing another dawn
Back here it's her and me
And we're having our first baby
And he's out there taking them on (on)
Its a weird world and I know you know it
Its a weird world and it wont slow down
Its a weird world no matter how you roll it
Hey, hey, hey! Sweet baby
Theres a way
Just stand up and fight it
Hey, hey, hey!
Never give up, dont let it wear out (now)
Your love
Im closing my eyes but Im starting to see
While hes looking at you, shes looking at me
The only thing he does is just keep me away from you
Sure part of this place would cheer if I died
Dont let them take away your beautiful smile
Take away your beautiful smile
Take away your beautiful smile
Hey, hey, hey! Sweet baby
Theres a way
Just stand up and fight it (Yeah, ye-ah!)
Hey, hey, hey! (sweet baby!) Sweet baby
Theres a way
For you to decide it
Hey, hey, hey!
Never give up, dont let it wear out (now)
Your love
Hey, hey, hey!
Its a weird world dont you know it?
Hey, hey, hey!
Its a weird world dont you know it?
Hey, hey, hey!
Oh, its a weird world dont you know it?
Hey, hey, hey...
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
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To All My Real Friends (You Know Who You Are)
If you cry
I will wipe away your tears
If you sigh
I will ask you of your fears
If you shout
I will leave you to calm down
If you need me
I will always be around
If you need a place to stay
My home's yours anyway
If you need a bed to sleep in
I'll take the sofa
If you ever need a hug
You don't even need to ask
My heart belongs to you
You're in my soul
If you ever need the courage
To face the world after you fall
I will hold your hand
Be your voice
Help you stand tall
My heart belongs to you
You're in my soul
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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In the Wood of Finvara
I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;
Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,
A naked runner lost in a storm of spears.
I have grown tired of rapture and love's desire;
Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire
Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.
I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood:
Here, between sea and sea, in the fairy wood,
I have found a delicate, wave-green solitude.
Here, in the fairy wood, between sea and sea,
I have heard the song of a fairy bird in a tree,
And the peace that is not in the world has flown to me.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Morning
To find the western path
Right thro the gates of Wrath
I urge my way
Sweet Mercy leads me on
With soft repentant moan
I see the break of day
The war of swords and spears
Melted by dewy tears
Exhales on high
The Sun is freed from fears
And with soft grateful tears
Ascends the sky
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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If that high world
I
If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving love endears;
If there the cherished heart be fond,
The eye the same—except in tears—
How welcome those untrodden spheres!
How sweet this very hour to die!
To soar from earth and find all fears
Lost in thy light—Eternity!
II
It must be so—'tis not for self
That we so tremble on the brink,
And striving to o'erleap the gulph,
Yet cling to Being's breaking link.
Oh! in that future let us think
To hold each heart the heart that shares;
With them the immortal waters drink,
And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!
poem by Byron from The Hebrew Melodies (1815)
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Sometimes I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder if you guess
The deep impassioned tenderness
Which overflows my heart;
The love I never dare confess;
Yet hard, yea, harder to repress
Than tears too fain to start.
Sometimes I ponder, O my sweet,
The things I'll tell you when we meet;
But straightway at your sight
My heart's blood oozes to my feet
Like thawing waters in the heat,
Confused with too much light.
I hardly know, when you are near,
If it is love, or joy, or fear
Which fills my languid frame;
Enveloped in your atmosphere,
My dark self seems to disappear,
A moth entombed in flame.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Indian Summer Sky
In the ocean
Cut, swim, deep the sky
Like there, I dont know why
In the forest, theres a clearing
I run there towards the light
Sky...
Its a blue sky
In the earth a hole dig deep, decide
If I could, I would
Up for air to swim against the tide
Hey, hey, hey
Up toward the sky
Its a blue sky
To lose along the way
The spark that set the flame
To flicker and to fade
On this the longest day
So wind blow through to my heart
So wind blow through my soul
So wind blow through to my heart
So wind blow through my soul
So wind blow through to my heart...
You give yourself to this the longest day
You give yourself, you give it all away
Two rivers run too deep
The seasons change and so do i
The light that strikes the tallest trees
Will light a way for i
Will light a way
Up toward the sky
Its a blue sky
To lose along the way
The spark that set the flame
To flicker and to fade
On this the longest day
So wind go through to my heart
So wind blow through my soul
So wind go through to my heart
So wind blow through my soul
So wind go through to my heart
So wind blow through my soul
So wind go through to my heart...
You give yourself to this the longest day
You give yourself, you give it all away
song performed by by U2
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After All These My Sweet
after all these
i will leave a stare at you
you are still sweetly
asleep in bed
i rise and wear back
my pair of pants
and you hear the sound
of the brushed wall
you open your eyes
to see a naked soul
fitting back to its warm body
and you give me back that stare
that shall make me guilty of
betrayal
you tears fall
and i put my hand on your
mouth
trying to cover a certain emptiness
that was not yet there before
i begin to wipe those tears
away from your cheeks
after all these
i ask you
to give me the beauty of silence
i will keep my lips sealed too
like the way you have sewn
my torn white handkerchief
when we first met
i shall leave you memories
sparkling like champagne
sweet as grapes
we both shall remember all these
but only for a while
for soon we shall bury all these
to the sands of time
you are inside and between us
this big and thick wall
of ontological indifference
i am outside now
and the world sends me that usual
smile
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Delilah
In the midnight of darkness and terror,
When I would grope nearer to God,
With my back to a record of error
And the highway of sin I have trod,
There comes to me shapes I would banish –
The shapes of the deeds I have done;
And I pray and I plead till they vanish –
All vanish and leave me, save one.
That one, with a smile like the splendour
Of the sun in the middle-day skies –
That one, with a spell that is tender –
That one with a dream in her eyes –
Cometh close, in her rare southern beauty,
Her languor, her indolent grace;
And my soul turns its back on its duty
To live in the light of her face.
She touches my cheek, and I quiver –
I tremble with exquisite pains;
She sighs – like an overcharged river
My blood rushes on through my veins;
She smiles – and in mad-tiger fashion,
As a she-tiger fondles her own,
I clasp her with fierceness and passion,
And kiss her with shudder and groan.
Once more, in our love’s sweet beginning,
I put away God and the World;
Once more, in the joys of our sinnings,
Are the hopes of eternity hurled.
There is nothing my soul lacks or misses
As I clasp the dream-shape to my breast;
In the passion and pain of her kisses
Life blooms to its richest and best.
O ghost of dead sin unrelenting,
Go back to the dust, and the sod!
Too dear and too sweet for repenting,
Ye stand between me and my God.
If I, by the Throne, should behold you,
Smiling up with those eyes loved so well,
Close, close in my arms I would fold you,
And dropp with you down to sweet Hell!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Cello
There was music
around her;
notes playing
in the silver air;
she exhales
close to my
upturned face.
Her shape,
a fine
brown cello,
her low voice
singing
each word-note
coming
in a whispering moan.
My bow string
draws out her chords
harmonizing,
flowing into to me.
siren-like.
Arpeggio
hair braids
trail away;
clef note eyes
glow
with the white heat
which rises
in the sparkle dust
of her melodies singing.
She bends toward me
cascading,
double breasted
notes;
her arms
flower petals
unfolding from side to side;
mouth parting slightly
breathing warm air.
She sang
to my soul,
cello style.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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To the face in the mirror [Către chipul din oglindă]
How from your frame at me you stare
As if I am in danger,
Your eyes, amazed, query from there:
"Do you still know me, stranger?"
"You, ugly one, I know you not!"
Your face is pale and rigid
And your weird eyes are burning hot,
Their sight makes me feel frigid...
I know you were a crazy child
On wind and sunlight riding,
Your eyes were bright, your face was mild,
Your mouth was always smiling.
All Nature bowed in front of you
Fulfilling your desire:
Your palace was the wood, it's true,
The glade was your empire.
From there – have passed so many years –
They took you among others,
To water with your child's hot tears
A book with shabby covers.
But the long years and all the sighs
Of learning and endeavor,
Quenched not the flame of your pure eyes,
Your smile they could not sever.
And you could sing and you could love,
Made jokes, never surrendered...
But you stopped flying like a dove
When in this world you entered.
Presumably it was your lot
To feel these things unpleasant.
To utter ugly words cannot
Your mouth, even at present!
* * *
So easily preserves the sand
The footprints after strolling,
Yet, I have not such kind of soul
As on my face is showing.
The venom gathered in my chest
Is making me to shiver,
I want to laugh!... But your big eyes
Shed tears that make a river".
poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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The Spanish Dancer
As on all its sides a kitchen-match darts white
flickering tongues before it bursts into flame:
with the audience around her, quickened, hot,
her dance begins to flicker in the dark room.
And all at once it is completely fire.
One upward glance and she ignites her hair
and, whirling faster and faster, fans her dress
into passionate flames, till it becomes a furnace
from which, like startled rattlesnakes, the long
naked arms uncoil, aroused and clicking.
And then: as if the fire were too tight
around her body, she takes and flings it out
haughtily, with an imperious gesture,
and watches: it lies raging on the floor,
still blazing up, and the flames refuse to die -
Till, moving with total confidence and a sweet
exultant smile, she looks up finally
and stamps it out with powerful small feet.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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The Pilgrims
Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass
Singing? and is it for sorrow of that which was
That ye sing sadly, or dream of what shall be?
For gladly at once and sadly it seems ye sing.
--Our lady of love by you is unbeholden;
For hands she hath none, nor eyes, nor lips, nor golden
Treasure of hair, nor face nor form; but we
That love, we know her more fair than anything.
--Is she a queen, having great gifts to give?
--Yea, these; that whoso hath seen her shall not live
Except he serve her sorrowing, with strange pain,
Travail and bloodshedding and bitterer tears;
And when she bids die he shall surely die.
And he shall leave all things under the sky
And go forth naked under sun and rain
And work and wait and watch out all his years.
--Hath she on earth no place of habitation?
--Age to age calling, nation answering nation,
Cries out, Where is she? and there is none to say;
For if she be not in the spirit of men,
For if in the inward soul she hath no place,
In vain they cry unto her, seeking her face,
In vain their mouths make much of her; for they
Cry with vain tongues, till the heart lives again.
--O ye that follow, and have ye no repentance?
For on your brows is written a mortal sentence,
An hieroglyph of sorrow, a fiery sign,
That in your lives ye shall not pause or rest,
Nor have the sure sweet common love, nor keep
Friends and safe days, nor joy of life nor sleep.
--These have we not, who have one thing, the divine
Face and clear eyes of faith and fruitful breast.
--And ye shall die before your thrones be won.
--Yea, and the changed world and the liberal sun
Shall move and shine without us, and we lie
Dead; but if she too move on earth and live,
But if the old world with all the old irons rent
Laugh and give thanks, shall we be not content?
Nay, we shall rather live, we shall not die,
Life being so little and death so good to give.
--And these men shall forget you.--Yea, but we
Shall be a part of the earth and the ancient sea,
And heaven-high air august, and awful fire,
And all things good; and no man's heart shall beat
But somewhat in it of our blood once shed
Shall quiver and quicken, as now in us the dead
Blood of men slain and the old same life's desire
Plants in their fiery footprints our fresh feet.
--But ye that might be clothed with all things pleasant,
Ye are foolish that put off the fair soft present,
That clothe yourselves with the cold future air;
When mother and father and tender sister and brother
And the old live love that was shall be as ye,
Dust, and no fruit of loving life shall be.
--She shall be yet who is more than all these were,
Than sister or wife or father unto us or mother.
--Is this worth life, is this, to win for wages?
Lo, the dead mouths of the awful grey-grown ages,
The venerable, in the past that is their prison,
In the outer darkness, in the unopening grave,
Laugh, knowing how many as ye now say have said,
How many, and all are fallen, are fallen and dead:
Shall ye dead rise, and these dead have not risen?
--Not we but she, who is tender and swift to save.
--Are ye not weary and faint not by the way,
Seeing night by night devoured of day by day,
Seeing hour by hour consumed in sleepless fire?
Sleepless: and ye too, when shall ye too sleep?
--We are weary in heart and head, in hands and feet,
And surely more than all things sleep were sweet,
Than all things save the inexorable desire
Which whoso knoweth shall neither faint nor weep.
--Is this so sweet that one were fain to follow?
Is this so sure where all men's hopes are hollow.
Even this your dream, that by much tribulation
Ye shall make whole flawed hearts, and bowed necks straight?
--Nay, though our life were blind, our death were fruitless,
Not therefore were the whole world's high hope rootless;
But man to man, nation would turn to nation,
And the old life live, and the old great world be great.
--Pass on then and pass by us and let us be,
For what light think ye after life to see?
And if the world fare better will ye know?
And if man triumph who shall seek you and say?
--Enough of light is this for one life's span,
That all men born are mortal, but not man:
And we men bring death lives by night to sow,
That man may reap and eat and live by day.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Plunge Me Deep
'Plunge me deep, ' she said 'to Soul's Depth;
crash through Depression's Walls
make me feel what's missing;
teeter my totter-
press Excitement's Lever-
such that I can shout
I am alive
by fright,
lust,
fear
or terror;
better to be with these
than the too thick void
aligned with indifference.
Unable as I am to crash my own walls
you know how to crumble them
for long moments at a time;
and I welcome this and offer too
as well, my ambivalence;
for within this
is the tension of all my
fears and tremblings;
which sometimes I dread
may morph into Stockholm syndrome
and sultry,
smoldering, fiery
resentments;
slow lingerings,
life-long competings;
small bickerings
which give us the souffle
which make up our complex life
and relationship.
Such a cake we bake
I know in the end
is made from only measured excitements
and those containments I make against
that which
even as allowed
cannot conceal my grief
against
tender
Control's Loss;
leaving me always
with the cravings
of next time's
admixture
and alchemy.
Against Depression
is proffered
only Strained Surrender
aligned with need;
when the two meet
in the Soul's Depths
we'll find and always have found
only trembing Love
partial,
not Total;
nor Complete.
Yet who among us
can pick and choose
Love's Needs?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Tears of the Greatest
oh! tears, holy are you who comes to my emptiness, of
where ever I go, you have been the mirror of what I am
true today who brings me tomorrow, and always in my
midst and night stay in my bedside play, until the last
minute of my last day, says a goodbye
you swift my deep slumber, hugging what I feel and
express in your honest tears, where the inner passion
of feeling resemble in my immortal soul, everything
desire the joy and the pain my heart adore
touch me, squeezes and grips my whole heart that grief,
leave me alone in the shadow of the wilderness and hold
me not to accept my triumphant happiness, where every
teardrops tell the meaning of myself, give me the
wisdom to hold the past and the memories that takes so
fast
now that i'm in your side, where do I go from here, where
should my loving feeling subdue when you did come
always to my way, you who have been in the path I’ve go,
believe that you will be with me until it last for a lifetime,
leaving the end of the day and longing to live in the end time
life wait me not, the tears I give it up, take me to live in
your loving mortal eye, will I’ve stay, look I'm always in your
way, sheltering the feeling of what you believe, shows
me of what is life is all about, for in every tears it fall there
is always a call and your heart I know is full
let my tears come and go, I waited you for me to show,
happiness and failure you wanted me to cried, for in every
teardrops you fall my heart leads you know, that my eyes
want you stay in every way I go, for in my journey, my tears
becomes in me……
poem by Antonio Liao
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I Know You'll Decieve
Your are far from me
out of my sight, I cannot see
Its with you I feel free
my hand in yours
a steady stream into your soul
an eternal flame or at least a hot coal
my feelings are true
how can I explain to you?
am I as cliche as I believe
because in my heart I know you'll decieve
In my head are thoughts of love
mentally I give them a shove
I try to stay distant
but feelings stay consistant
you tempt me with your looks
when you glance up from your books
What I desire- What I desire-
Your trap me behind bars
will you also give me scars?
that look in your eye
will it be followed by a silent sigh?
am I as cliche as I believe
in my heart I know you'll decieve
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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I Shall Not Burn
I have done with love and lust,
I reck not for gold or fame;
I await familiar dust
These frail fingers to reclaim:
Not for me the tiger flame.
Not for me the furnace glow,
Rage of fire and ashen doom;
To sweet earth my bones bestow
Where above a lowly tomb
January roses bloom.
Fools and fools and fools are you
Who your dears to fires confide;
Give to Mother Earth her due:
Flesh may waste but bone will bide,--
Let loved ones lie side by side.
Let God's Acre ever dream;
Shed your tears and blossoms bring;
On age-burnished bone will gleam
Crucifix and wedding ring:
Graves are for sweet comforting.
Curst be those who my remains
Hurl to horror of the flames!
poem by Robert William Service
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There Is No Poem In The Heat Of The Day
There is no poem in the heat of the day-
The heat gathers up and consumes everything-
Breathing one's way through it
Is the best one can hope for -
But in the evening
And later in the night
When the relief comes
However lingering the heat is,
A desire for music and poetry
For some life for the soul
Comes again-
It is not enough to breathe
One must sing also -
It is not enough just to live
One must love and know happiness also-
Oh the heat will go on and on
And life will go on and on-
But in the nights of those already too old for love
The songs will be silent and sung only as longing-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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