Like Shards Of Shattered Glass
When our lives lie in pieces
like shards of shattered glass,
a lone piper plays a solemn tune
under a faltering moon.
We look at the world with sad eyes
as the throngs move to and fro,
and the ashes of our lives
are tossed into prevailing winds
to be carried on times rainbow
to some distant shore
hoping in the magic there
they will be reconstructed
and return to us once more
making us whole again.
20 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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For Shrill The Piper Plays His Tune
When thoughts are idle wanderings
Words tumbled round and round
When feelings they turn inwardly
Still I hear the piper's sound.
When happiness is broken
And the Kings and Queens are gone
The piper's tune keeps playing
And I hear his victory song.
For even when awoken
From the sleepiness of time
There's a distant music playing
Heard clear within my mind
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
No-one has seen this piper man
And no-one has seen him play
But we all can hear his mournfulness
And fear for what he'll say
No folds of fathered cornfields
And no breaking of the bread
The piper's tune keeps playing
With his words as yet unsaid.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The piper's song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole complete
No piper plays before we're born
Before we touch the earth
The piper's tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness disease'd
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease.
Not one of us pays him to play
Nor gives him any score
For every note that he blows out
Is fully paid before
We entertain our wanderings
And confusion in the mind
For the piper's very soul turns out
To be both yours and mine.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
poem by David Keig
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Shattered Lives
Shattered lives fall
like seeds on the wind,
some on rocky ground
where they wither and die.
Some on soft earth
where they nurture and grow,
while other just float along
on the endless tide
of their own misery.
Shattered lives hit
by some devastating blow,
an encumbering circumstance
far beyond their control.
Like glass, they shatter.
Some never recover,
but look at their loss
as some harbinger of doom.
Backing away from existence
and into an endless gloom.
Others try relentlessly
to move forward,
picking up the pieces
to start over again.
10 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Piper (#2)
When I'm confused and wandering
On a journey with no end
My feelings they turn in on me
Uncertain who's my friend
It's then the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tuned is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The pipers song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole comlete
No piper plays before we are born
Before we touch this earth
The pipers tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness diseased
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease
No-one it seems pays him to pay
Nor gives him any score
For every note that he blows out
Is paid for by that war
The one that's fought in solitude
And in that loneliness we find
That the pipers very soul turns out
To be both yours and mine.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
poem by David Keig
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Glass War
Glass war, glass war, glass war, glass war, it's a glass war
Glass war, glass war, it's a glass war
Glass war, glass war
It's a glass war
Cause you can see right through the poisen
It's a glass war
Cause we all know the activeties
It's a glass war
Cause it's made of smoke and mirrors
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
Cause only poor men are dyin in the
Gas war
Cause we know why it was started
It's an ass war
Cause the president's an asshole
It's an ass war
It's a glass war
It's a gas war
Cause the starters are all victims of the
Glass war
The slogan men were starters of the
Last war
Now the southern men are starters of the
Glass war
It's a Glass War
It's a Glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
song performed by by NOFX
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Freak Out
The sun opens its eyes
Upon the distant horizon
Nature plays its peace harp as
I look into the dawning-
Petals of the glass rose blooming inside of my heart,
Tremulous as they fall
To my feet, splinter and are carried away-
A fallen foundation,
Shattered tranquility,
I would become a pilot in my solitude
In control of my own destiny,
A hurricane or none less than a
Whole gale in its full force,
With ammunition to kill and
The fury of the rage of a winter’s storm-
My soul, swept away,
My heart, frozen as
My fondest reverie has been
Dissipated, hurled and carried away
By the force of as that of a tornado-
I am now in control of my senses and
Have the power to
Manipulate the thoughts of this world’s strangers-
I stand alone envisioning
Broken shards of a glass rose
Strewn about that unsteady pathway once
Paved before me, as the hands of my intruders
Toy with the essence of my thoughts?
With every step I take upon
That fallen foundation, I would cry no tears.
My world has just crashed and fallen before me,
But as my heart has been pilfered,
I do not feel sadness but only
Unrelenting rage, which has
Assassinated the hearts and minds of the strangers
Who disrespected my boundaries-?
When the sun rises I shall be dead and gone, but
A glass rose shall grow by my grave site, and
I shall find peace here
Knowing that I am in control…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Piece Just Under The Top Right Corner
I was 'Shattered' I'm the mirror
There's broken pieces everywhere
I'm just shards now
I hold onto these shards with my hand and grip them tightly
I want to re-make myself But I won't use the ugly shards I'll grip them tighter
Let them sink into my skin
The problem
Is the paradox of me picking up myself while I'm broken
It just doesn't work
But then You came
But then You came and asked me to let go of the pieces
For all to see
The ugliness hidden deep inside of me
I'd never have let go for anyone but You
You'd offered me this chance many times too
But for some reason this time I just let go
Instead of trying to make myself into something I just let go and let You
And now my broken shards we're the pieces just under the top
The top right corner
We're.... I'm whole, and my once-makeshift shard
Has been made by the master
Into a part of the masterpiece that is Your kingdom
I'm just a piece but You saw the whole picture since the beginning
Now I'm proud to be there for all to see
But You aren't done with Your work in me
Or in this world
So now my brokenness is a beautiful mosaic of hope
A beautiful mosaic of love
All the broken pieces
Make a picture of something like a cross
To remind us that sin has no power
The sting of death is gone
So I'm just under the top right corner
But I need to gather some more pieces to make the corner
Not that it is I but You, my Lord
It's time to go out and show the world that brokenness
Brokenness healed through God's power
That's beautiful
poem by David Knox
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Magic Moments
Magic moments happen in our lives
when we are kissed by an angel
under the moonlight.
A magic moment we cling on to,
just one of the many magic moments
our lives pass through.
The sweet scent of flowers that surround us
in the summer while love lingers in the air,
more magic moments there.
Magic moments that fill our lives with joy,
moments that rekindle love’s dying flame
making it burn strong again.
31 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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More Realistic and Less Corrupt
We need,
More magic in our lives.
A magic seen before our eyes.
And one in which all testifies.
We need,
More of this witnessed each day.
To lift our spirits up,
With a warmth that keeps us comforted.
We need,
More magic in our lives accepted.
One that reflects,
A magneticness that eliminates distress.
A magic applied without promises of concepts.
One that projects a fulfilling wholesomeness.
And willingly shared,
By those aware this caring is done,
Everywhere!
We need,
More magic in our lives.
A magic seen before our eyes.
And one in which all testifies.
A magic that lifts with a spark that blazes up!
A magic more realistic and less corrupt.
A magic that lifts with a spark that blazes up!
A magic more realistic and less corrupt.
We need,
More magic in our lives accepted.
One that reflects,
A magneticness that eliminates distress.
One that 'forever' puts conflicts to rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pibroch Dhu For Jim Hogg
The piper plays his sad lament
Alone upon the bleak hillside.
A bitter hymn of discontent
recalling those who bravely died.
A living breathing testament
to regimented homicide.
The piper plays his sad lament
alone upon the bleak hillside.
This world is not as it was meant
The ten commandments are defied
as warfare rages far and wide.
As in the past and the present.
The piper plays his sad lament.
poem by Ivor .e Hogg
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So Many People
Where do you want to go?
Are you sure of the road that you're on?
Who do you want to be?
All I know is the world deserves to be free
Let's pretend we're staring from the moon
Love is not only for the human
Look at the world you know
Do you believe it will go on?
Where do you want to go?
The things we take will only last for so long
In the end you know it's up to you
Love is not only for the human
Oh man, we are so many people
Living different lives under turbulent times
Oh man, we don't know good from evil
Looking through our eyes is the burden of our lives
Say can we tell for sure
The North and South will keep their snow on?
Say can the Earth endure
Do you really believe we can go on?
In the end you know it's up to you
Love is not only for the human
Oh man, we are so many people
Living different lives under turbulent times
Oh man, we don't know good from evil
Looking through our eyes is the burden of our lives
In the end God is the Universe
And the Universe is you
song performed by by Simply Red
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Porcelain Heart
Though it was long ago, my heart still aches as though it just happened
That day when my heart of porcealian was shattered
It was dropped from a third story floor and fell to the ground
Breaking into a million tiny pieces
Over time the shards were gathered together
I glued them back together, and I thought I was okay
Then you came into my life, and I felt something
Something I hadn't felt in so long
It was an emotion I thought I'd lost
Even though we're just friends, I wonder
At night as I lay in my bed and the moon shines ih through my window
If we moved past being friends, I wonder
If I would be able to reciprocate any type of loving emotion you gave to me
I don't know if I could, because as I glued those shards together
I also built up a brick wall around my heart as well
So that I would never have to feel that shattering again
So that I would never have to see those shards of my heart lying on the ground again
A porcelain heart can only by put together so many times
And I don't know if mine can be put back together more than once
poem by Sae Amakura
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Fickle Fingers Of Fate
The fickle fingers of fate befalls us
everyday of our lives.
Sometimes it brings us happiness,
other times it brings us misery.
Sometimes it brings us love,
other times it breaks our heart.
The fickle fingers of fate befalls us
in everything we do.
Our actions are governed
by its fickle fingers
day and night
in what we do and say.
Its waywardness leads us
down roads we should not go
or to mountains too high to climb.
It can lead us to valleys
where tranquillity lay
and to lives peaceful.
The fickle fingers of fate
will lead us as it may,
making up decisions right or wrong.
We are its puppet on a string
as the fickle fingers of fate controls
our destiny come what may.
30 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Shards of the Cloud
The rumbling boom, vibrates all that is near the ribs,
The power of a storm, embarking over the land,
Drifting overhead eyes spot it coming, a cloud,
Dark, gloomy mists of crashing waves rise as a tide over the sky,
The arrival shades the earth with its somber tone,
Reaching to tell us what it has,
Its power,
We watch in awe as it overwhelms,
A flash beats,
Everything is flooded with the light,
Nothing left untouched by the white covering,
Then gone;
Following with the repetition of another Boom,
And the cloud falls in pieces, shattered,
The shards clash on the ground,
I walk beyond the frame of the door,
The shards prance on my head,
Bouncing as their kin at my feet,
I look to the covered firmament,
Upon my face the shards dribble and pounce,
I smile,
With correlation to my lips, my arms rise,
Fingers open,
As the shards of the shattered cloud fall,
They wet, everything and all,
This is the power of a cloud,
This is why it’s so proud,
Nothing from it can hide,
It is power,
It is water,
It is shards of clouds,
Breathing bliss into my life.
poem by Keel Lincoln
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Love Is Easy
You're the lyrics to all my songs
The lone muse to all my poems
Inspiration in sweet conversation
Sedation in my incarceration
Locked away for life
Within the steel doors of your heart
Straight to hard time
Only to be freed when you start
Looking elsewhere
Don't search any longer
If you need help I'm there
Our bonds will grow stronger
The note to every tune that move
Within my blood keeping me alive
The sound of howls at the moon
That only lives through sun light
One eye, to catch me
Two times, you called me
Third time, I called back
Forever, we'll last
No longer inside looking out
No longer outside looking in
I'm in the center looking around
The new world coming in
This world order of you and I
Can't leave at anytime
Because we believe in this time
We believe in this time
The beats are never easy
The instrumentals so hard to produce
But you are the words from the heart
The lyric that rides the notes to every tune
Playing within me
Theme song to my city
Love with you is easy
Altitude is increasing
Inspiration your name
Inspiration your name
poem by Gabriel Rodriguez
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Lone Yellow Flower Waves In The Open Fields
lone yellow flower
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune
among the sea of green;
lone yellow flower has no one to blame
and it seeks none to praise
for it knows all life comes in
when the conditions are right;
lone yellow flower knows
death comes in like the wind;
lone yellow flower
is never alone
for it is a part of the expression
of the earth and time and the universe;
lone yellow flower sees what is before and around
lone yellow flower observes what is within and about
and so lone yellow flower lives with no delusions
no beliefs of heaven and hell
fears none and does not live or die
to please or amuse or appease;
and lone yellow flower
blossoms and shines
and shrivels and ceases
in harmony
with what actually is;
lone yellow flower
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune
among the sea of green
poem by Raj Arumugam
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The Kids Arent Alright
When we were young, the future was so bright, whoa
The old neighborhood was so alive, whoa
And every kid on the whole damn street, whoa
Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now, the neighborhoods cracked and torn, whoa
The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn, whoa
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Jamie had a chance, well, she really did, whoa
Instead, she dropped out and had a couple of kids, whoa
Mark still lives at home cause hes got no job, whoa
He just plays guitar and smokes a lotta pot
Jay committed suicide, whoa
Brandon odd and died, whoa
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality
Chances thrown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Go!
Chances thrown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
song performed by by Offspring
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Be Grateful
We always have something
to be grateful for,
our family and friends
whom enrich our lives
with their words of kindness
and their deeds of unconditional love.
We may at times be low in spirit,
feel we cannot carry on,
but we are grateful for the person
who will put sunshine in our lives.
Raise our sprits with their words
and plant a smile on our face.
Being grateful comes with no obligations
except to treat another
in a similar way.
Give them a lift in their lives,
plant a smile on their face,
then we will be grateful for
the good that we can do.
We should never turn away
that little cry for help,
but be grateful that they came to us
to help them through their crisis.
Hoping one day,
they might do the same for us.
6 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Mood Colours
At times, we describe our moods in colours
that pass by our eyes each day.
There are our blue moods,
those when we are down.
Then there are our red moods
whenever our temper flares.
Our black moods are colourless
and the most dangerous of them all.
Our sunshine moods are when the world is golden
and smiles are all we see.
Pink shades our loving moods
and to the world, we show we care
as our love shines through.
Our moods can change quickly
as we pass through the rainbow spectrum
within our daily lives.
15 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Kids Aren't Allright
When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality
song performed by by Offspring
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Splatters of Regained Hope
A rainbow fell down today
crashed into a million pieces
of rainbow light
and no one noticed.
There was Hope being
mugged quietly
but it was ok
because there was no scene;
so no one noticed
and that made it ok.
I am sure that all saw
Desperation Eyes
staring;
but you know
only so much of this can be taken;
after a while
it is not real
only a movie
on the TV screen.
Child Dreams
were checked out
of the Library
and marched
straight to the
Lost and Found
to Dream Orphanages.
Even the Black Crepe
we hang
cries.
So much there is to do
so much
to be done
to end the suffering:
might as well start at home.
I am committed this year
to Rain-Bow Repair.
I'll fix the Rainbow Pieces
making them into Stained Glass
and sell them everywhere
use the proceeds for
Hope victims who are wise
and can counsel others
to stay away from those
who mug our hopes
in alley-ways.
Desperate Eyes
can spot other
Desperate Eyes;
act as guides
back to Innocence.
I'll turn off the TV set
and go into my community
and deal with real people.
I know where the Orphanages are
and I know what to do.
I need to lighten up
my Black Crepe
maybe
with some Rainbow Colors:
Splatters of
Reclaimed Hope.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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