Cobwebs
I am dusting off the cobwebs
from the back roads of my mind
hoping that I will find
some old loves I left behind.
Hoping there is still a flicker
in some of those old flames of mine
that I may rekindle an old love again.
As we, get older and we sometimes regret
of not stoking some fires,
a little more often than others
through the years that have passed.
If we had, I sometimes wonder
what would our life be
or did destiny have in mind
it was always you and me.
The dreams are still there
and have never changed.
They just need dusting off
every now and then.
They still flicker
and need stoking to a flame.
In doing so I wonder if,
they will come alive again.
Therefore, I am dusting off the cobwebs
from the back roads of my mind.
28 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Beyond The Daylight Reaches
Beyond the daylight reaches,
near the back roads of the mind.
Love lies waiting there
for some lucky person,
to pluck it from the air.
Memories of old loves
linger somewhere back there,
waiting to be rekindled,
like a dying candle flame.
Beyond the daylight reaches,
near the back roads of the mind.
The world’s great treasure
waits for someone to find.
The treasure of love,
one that will last forever.
The dream without ending,
all seek, but very few
ever get there to find.
A few will take the trouble,
and keep the desire warm
at the upper most of the mind.
Travelling down this dangerous road
that stretched out beyond the daylight reaches,
near the backs roads of the mind.
Seeking the ultimate prize,
they could ever hope to find.
29 October 2007
poem by David Harris
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Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.
quote by George Carlin
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Dusts
she is a woman fond of cleaning
dust and dirt and
almost everything that
makes this house dirty
or herself, her hands
her clothes and the
furniture that she keeps
on dusting
almost everyday
she slides her fingers
on the table and screens
the surface for dusts
and she thinks
this world must
be free
from dusts
she keeps dusting and dusting
and tonight
she sleeps
deep into
a slumber where
she does not wake up
anymore
she turns to dust
and the wind blows her away at last
poem by Antonio Liao
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Hard Work
Doing back breaking work
Puts a new light on life
Makes you see
How to appreciate life
Getting hands dirty
And mucking in dirt
Makes you realize
That life is hard work
Dusting the cobwebs
And scrubbing the floors
Makes you just love
The hard work
You've just done
It's a labour of love
At a job well done
Now its time to sit back
And relax in the sun
You feel happy content
At all that you've done
So pat your own back
At a job well done
poem by Kaila George
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Back Roads Of My Mind
Your memories fill each waking hour
You face fills each and every thought
Of the times we had together
That surface from the back roads of my mind
I remember the fields of bluebells
Where we used to walk hand in hand
The trees we used to lean upon
While we rested for a while
All these things and more linger for eternity
And you will find them
Written with a special love
On the back road of my mind
They were written with love’s pen
And if you look close into my eyes
You will see them there all the time
Written on the backs roads of my mind
Your memories are anchored there
Never straying away
Resting with love forever
On the back roads of my mind
31 March 2007
poem by David Harris
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Tracing Me Out...
I find a new fire burning
With colourful flames hitherto unseen.
I find that it is burning
With fumes souring to skies hitherto unreached.
And my joy knows no bounds.
I find the thing burning
My mind is it!
I find the crowd cheering
My people are it!
And a gloom embraces me.
The flames flicker,
The smoke withers,
And the souls creep back into the holes,
I feel a stench of my mind
And a heap of ash remains.
I won`t see new things burning,
Nor will I search for flames thereof.
With what little is left over in me since
I have to trace a form of mine
To speak certain brutal truths to you.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Savior
Dusting off your savior
You were always my favorite
Always my man - All in a hand
To celebrate you is greater
Now that I can - Always my man
Now you see what I came for
No one here is to blame for
Misunderstand - All in a hand
Just like you 'cause you made me
All that I am - All in a hand
A butterfly that flaps its wings
Affecting almost everything
The more I hear the orchestra
The more I have something to bring
And now I see you in a beautiful
And different light
He's just a man and any damage done
Will be all right
Call out my name
Call and I came
Dusting off your savior
Forgiving any behavior
He's just a man - All in a hand
Your hero's destined to waver
Anyone can - Always my man
I would never betray you
Look at me who could raise you
Face in the sand - Safe in your hand
You were always my favorite
Always my man - All in a hand
We are the red hots and
We're loving up the love me nots
The flowers in your flower pots
Are dancing on the table tops
And now I see you in a beautiful
And different light
He's just a man and everything he does
Will be all right
Call out my name
Call and I came
Dusting off your savior
The life that you have narrated
You were my man
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Californication
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1 John 2: 8
At the back of her mind...was a man.
Somewhere in the roads she walked before.
Those dark roads of her life-
she paused and turned back.
There was no one there...
darkness covered the path.
Is his shadows hiding over the face of the night?
Or perhaps he was gone as was the light;
I wonder...how she must have felt
that the man she lived for
is now a memory she doesn't want to remember.
Had she wept? I know not.
Perhaps... or perhaps not.
For when I saw her stepping out of darkness,
I saw the smile in her eyes.
I'm certain it was joy that was written on her face
thinking she will never walk those roads again.
I looked away from her brown eyes and said to myself:
I'll never walk those roads again...
The darkness is past, the true light now shineth
and the past is gone.
At the back of my mind there is this MAN -
and I know Him.
I'll walk the roads He walked
for I know in them I'll find my way back home.
12January2011
Batac
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Dead Man, Dead Man
Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind,
Clinging to strange promises, dying on the vine,
Never bein able to separate the good from the bad,
Ooh, I cant stand it, I cant stand it,
Its makin me feel so sad.
Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
Satan got you by the heel, theres a birds nest in your hair.
Do you have any faith at all? do you have any love to share?
The way that you hold your head, cursin God with every move,
Ooh, I cant stand it, I cant stand it,
What are you tryin to prove?
Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
The glamour and the bright lights and the politics of sin,
The ghetto that you build for me is the one you end up in,
The race of the engine that overrules your heart,
Ooh, I cant stand it, I cant stand it,
Pretending that youre so smart.
Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
What are you tryin to overpower me with, the doctrine or the gun?
My back is already to the wall, where can I run?
The tuxedo that youre wearin, the flower in your lapel,
Ooh, I cant stand it, I cant stand it,
You wanna take me down to hell.
Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Beyond A Tracing I Have Never Been...
Somewhere there around me
I find a new fire burning
With colourful flames hitherto unseen.
I find that it is burning with fumes
Souring to the altitudes hitherto unreached.
In fact my joy knows no bounds.
I feel the thing burning now
Oh, my mind is it!
I find the eccentric crowd cheering
My people are it!
And a gloom begins to embrace me.
The flames flicker and go slende,
The smoke withers and dies,
And the souls unseen creep back into the holes,
I feel a stench of my mind
And a heap of ash remains.
I can`t see new things burning,
Nor can I search for flames thereof.
With what little is left over in me since
I have to somehow trace a form of mine
To speak certain brutal truths to you.
Beyond a tracing I have never been...
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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The Light Of The Star Embedded Deep In My Mind
its flicker
magical
it sings
a star sings
inside my mind
embedded
a star
like the flicker of the
mind
sparks of thoughts
ideas of
the mind
flickering
thinking star inside
the mind
embedded singing
star of the minds
thought sparkling
sparks kindling
the mind flickering
star thinking of the
mind inside
embedded singing
star sparkling
flicker
sparks of the mind
thoughts
so alive
open fire
fire open in the sparks
of the mind
embedded star
all mixed up
chant chant
coming back
sparks light
star singing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pages Of My Mind
Faces from my past flicker
through the pages of my mind
along with shadowy figures
I wish I had left behind.
Old loves and new loves
smile and say hello as they pass
through the pages of my mind.
They come in quiet moments
when I am at peace with the world.
Reflecting images of times left behind.
There are no future images,
as those pages haven’t been written yet,
only ones from a distant past.
They stroll across with happy moments
written on the pages of my mind.
11 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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Your Picture
Everyday I wake up to your picture.
Open up my eyes and theres still you.
In the very corner I first placed you,
The very same expression
That lights up all of my room.
Though the colors maybe somewhat faded,
The smile has almost vanished from your face.
As you disappear I reinvent you,
From my imagination
Youll never be erased.
Theres no way to bargain with the future.
In the end there are no guarantees, oh no.
Even if youre gone Ill always find you,
Right here where I left you,
Smiling back at me.
Every star has a season, a moment, a reason to be.
We may watch with regret as they flicker then die,
But at least for one second we bathed in the light
Of their passing, the memory still lasting.
Through the years and the distance your image remains,
Like the first day I saw you, youll never be changed.
As a token you left me your picture.
Every day I wake up to your picture.
I fashion you a different attitude.
Try to visualize the things youre doing,
Not in desperation,
Just to feel a part of you.
Theres no way to bargain with the future.
What we have in store we cant foresee, oh no.
Even if youre gone Ill always find you,
Right here where I left you,
Smiling back at me.
Every star has a season, a moment, a reason to be.
We may watch with regret as they flicker then die,
But at least for one second we bathed in the light
Of their passing, the memory still lasting.
Through the years and the distance your image remains,
Like the first day I saw you, youll never be changed.
As a token you left me your picture.
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Free Man In Paris
The way I see it, he said
You just cant win it...
Everybodys in it for their own gain
You cant please em all
Theres always somebody calling you down
I do my best
And I do good business
Theres a lot of people asking for my time
Theyre trying to get ahead
Theyre trying to be a good friend of mine
I was a free man in paris
I felt unfettered and alive
There was nobody calling me up for favors
And no ones future to decide
You know Id go back there tomorrow
But for the work Ive taken on
Stoking the star maker machinery
Behind the popular song
I deal in dreamers
And telephone screamers
Lately I wonder what I do it for
If l had my way
Id just walk through those doors
And wander
Down the champs elysees
Going cafe to cabaret
Thinking how Ill feel when I find
That very good friend of mine
I was a free man in paris
I felt unfettered and alive
Nobody was calling me up for favors
No ones future to decide
You know Id go back there tomorrow
But for the work Ive taken on
Stoking the star maker machinery
Behind the popular song.
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Mean Sleep
Written by: cree summer
What can we scrape together
With just the flesh as evidence
Handfuls of hate and the bittersweet ambivalence
'cause i am pushing cobwebs and i'm folding into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep
How could the clouse tease us into thinking it might rain
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life
You could burn a thousand days
And i would need no other light
You could die a thousand ways
And i'd still love you back to life
But my needs rising angry and loneliness like quicksand
Who will find me under still mean sleep
How could the clouse tease us into thinking it might rain
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life
I am lost to the longing
I am moulded by my memory
Had shut down half my mind
Just to still the space you left behind
'cause i am pushing cobwebs and i'm folding into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep
How could the clouse tease us into thinking it might rain
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Aging
Isn't it funny,
isn't it strange,
what happens to people
as they all age.
For myself I have noticed
that on the inside
my character's better
and so is my mind.
I love to read books,
learn new ideas.
I've taken up hobbies
in my late years.
But my eyesight is failing,
my hearing is weak,
which is sad as it's now
that my need of them's peaked.
To look on the bright side
I suppose it's a blessing,
for I don't see my wrinkles
when I am dressing.
As for the housework,
dusting and mopping.
I can't see the dirt
So I just go out shopping!
poem by Ruth Walters
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Anytime
Gonna get in the car with a smile and the burn that I put on my arm the day you
Went away girl and I probably wont come back around agian.
(repeat)
Gonna drive all night through the red lights flying, over the hill to the
County line blind, forgetting to forget that youre not mine.
(chorus 1) kiss your appocolyps for the last, last time runaway runaway runaway
I cant find anytime you think it changed your mind,
(chorus 2) anytime you want jump back too me anytime, jump back to me anytime,
Jump back to me anytime, come back one more time anytime.
Theres a place where I go to take the edge of the day, when the radios up your
Face fades away, flicker flicker dim and fade to black.
With a back pack packed, with a mug and a map. gonna drive to fast, gonna not
Look back, light the night with a blow torch and a match.
(chorus 1+2)
Got no time reason or rime, not gonna stop, gonna ride all night
(repeat three times)
(chorus 2)(without you want)
(chorus 1)(twice)
For the last time (4 times)
song performed by by Eve 6
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Gentle On My Mnd
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And you path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch
It's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the heat stains that have dried up on some lovin'
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns mellowed by me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we'd fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin'
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for hours
You're just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence
Till' the join might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you
Walking in the back roads
By the rivers flowing gently on my mind
I dip my cup of soup from a gurgling,
cracking cauldron in some train yard
I'm barely runnin' cold how
Have a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Who cupped hands around the tin cans
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're wavin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling never changes on my mind
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Go Ahead My Friend, Leave Me
go ahead, my friend, leave me
for i am tired and weary
let me take some breaths of air
so i may fill my lungs
let me take some glasses of water
so i may quench my thirst
go ahead, my friend, take leave
let me stay for a while
and think about what i have lost along the way
of this long journey
something in me is broken
something so vital fell along the roads
of my past
i am taking my time to think
so i may come back and gather the pieces
i am dusting my feet
i am combing my hair
i am stretching my arms
i am looking at the mirror
i am looking for that door where you have never
entered before
go ahead, my friend, give me time to be alone
so i may become whole again
so i shall not have lived my life in vain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Roads That We Take
The roads that we take
are never easy
there are always obstacles
on the way.
No matter what
the obstacle may be
if you want to
you can make it through.
No problem is insurmountable
no matter what others may say
there is always a spirit to guide you
every step of the way.
The roads that we take
are never easy
in spots you will find
happiness come your way.
You have to take it as you find it
before moving on your way.
Near the end,
you can look back at the memories
and rejoice with them each day.
Some will be filled
with love and sorrow
as all roads have them on their way.
! November 2009
poem by David Harris
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