Believing whilst Bleeding,
Thread chords now cling tight to the stems
Of a form from which they used to sway,
Everyday in passing reflections laugh harder
Tearing vibrations through the looking glass,
For everyday that passes I've smoked another field of grass,
It seems I've dreamt away in blue any vision I held true of the past.
Old heads sing slow a song born aloft illumination,
Cloud burst light from emotion graces the day.
Sunken eyes of solace placed perfect in proportion
Demand in domineering servitude complte and utter adoration.
Shrinking skies of bloodshot glazes fade into the void,
As I toy with delusion, fusing confusion.
Skin so pale a whiter shade never have I seen.
Her hair befits an Elven maid but there breathes a Raven Queen,
Beneath her mask lies another, a portrait of true dreaming.
Her chest bears the mark of the moon in descent,
Of the crescent. Emblem of the Empress.
She who lies unimpressed by our explanations,
She who lies unimpressed by our explorations.
Here I am seeking an answer, some form of resolution,
A conclusion with which I can be satisfied,
There you stand denying the questioning of truths true reasoning.
In and out of season you’re wilting,
Outside still the sky is melting
Slow and silent soft felt fabric drips,
Don't slip I heard them say as they dissolved
Their cheeks upon bathroom tiles,
Tripping taking in the cool for a while,
Defending the exchange of foolish ironies
As the water heated skin to a
Solution, all it was they sought was resolution.
As I am seeking now an answer I'm sure will
Leave all I hold as pure weak at the knees in the knowledge
That there is no cure for the sickness I continue to host
Within my shell. An addiction to hell is less than I need,
As upon a hope for happiness I continue to feed.
Believing whilst Bleeding,
That there exists some form of meditation
Beyond the need for masturbation,
It's all I need, an illusion to feed,
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Visions of Serenity
Within the shadows of the night
Desire is ash as burned too bright,
Did the vision scorn my eyes?
What kingdom lay within the skies?
Beyond the kiss of inner light
Love is ash as burned too bright
Did the angel sing with her eyes?
To keep me from a kingdom sky?
Alone, alone so far from home
The night is as a kingdoms throne.
Angels sing as angels sigh
As laughing I lay down to die.
Kiss me quick, I’m melting fast
Fabric drips into the past,
All for what? To know the sigh
Of an angel from a kingdom sky
Below the void of tide and see
A vision of pure ecstasy
Calls to be the free in me
The soul of pure ecstasy.
Kiss me quick I’m melting slow
In a liquid love for all to know
And all they are that I can see
Visions of serenity.
We live we die
We crawl we fly
The future lies in me
Within you all
Is the love that calls
Upon you to be free.
poem by David Lacey
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The Life That I Always Dream
It's not here on earth full of confusion
Where ugliness and sin always reign
Not on drugs where for just a moment
you forget who you really are
Not in a sin where chastity is not important
Not in the emptiness of bliss abound
I always ask myself this question
Where in this hell we can find true happiness
Where in this hell we can find lasting peace
I'm always confuse, and somehow depress
Where can I find the answer to this lonely quest
Then an answer came to me in a form of inspiration
That this time of our life is only a preparation
For that great and glorious day
That this world is only a playing field
But the celebration is up ahead
This world does not really matter
This life is only a trial, only a test
Everyone is entitled to a life of happiness
A never ending happiness
Lasting happiness with your family and friends
Where there is no confusion, hate, crime
No depression, addiction, no deadlines
Only happiness
True happiness and lasting peace
The one we've all been searching for
Which is the greatest gift of all
The life that I always dream
Which is Eternal life.
poem by Rodelio Cabarle
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To Fade Away
I want to melt away into nothing,
To be a simple molecule of air,
Floating in and out of people' lives,
Without them even knowing.
I want to be in my own world, my own eternity.
Why can't you just understand that,
Why can't you look in my eyes,
And see that I don't want to be trapped,
In your cage of protection,
I want to be in an unprotected world fighting for myself!
I want to fall to pieces at the feet of the world,
I want to bow down and move as it moves,
Not fighting each current,
Not going against it to try to form my own world,
I want to know where I stand and who I am.
I want to become one with the outside world,
Leave everything behind me from this life,
No more cages or lies or protection from a world I have to face.
I want to make my own mistakes and correct them myself,
Without you trying to do it for me.
The fire inside me burns at a slow simmer,
Waiting for something to give it fuel,
Fuel to overcome my body and melt away my skin,
Working it's way through me to engulf me once again,
Engulf me in the feeling of being locked away from everything of anger.
If I could just fade to nothing,
Breathe the air that was breathed by the sycamore,
Drink the water that was dumped from the heavens above,
If I could just be at true peace with my own tranquility,
If I could just be alive and not be expected to be perfect but just be me.
What would happen if I faded into this void of meditation,
Would I be driven mad or insane,
Would I never want to leave this feeling of ecstasy behind me,
Would everything be okay just for one time; one moment,
Could I be so simply there, not be noticed?
I want to do nothing but sit in my world of perfectness,
If even just for a moment or day,
I want to wade in the pool of immortality,
I want to find who I am,
I don't want to fight it anymore I want to let it overtake me.
I want to be melted away into something so simple and perfect,
So impossibly flawless so pure
I want to melt; find the simplistic life that so many people are blind to,
I want to open my eyes and see this place, this world,
I want to see.
I want to melt away into nothing,
I want to become one with the world around me,
With the life within me.
I want to escape into this world of perfect being,
And fade to nothing.
By: Bethany Maxwell
September 14,2009
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Reflections Waltz
Let your hair down, loosen the grip,
Take it at your own pace.
Dropping down, without a frown
It seems all I am a soul of a clown
Confined within the boundaries of a fool.
Always one more time, just to see it through,
When will it grow old, or will it keep growing old with you.
Let the people know the world they fear is no charade
There’s dogs that walk the streets with shining plastic smiles,
Girls upon parade, fade into the shadows,
still temptation takes hold.
Here I lay complacent,
Displaced from my form.
Take me to another plain,
So I can grow and be reborn.
Soon the realization
That every single day is simply passing
By us in another simple way.
Waste away the years
Find something to say.
Above the drink, the paling moon,
Dancing an eternal waltz in harmony,
With the symphony of life,
We play, we pray to see you soon.
Lock as the door hides you away,
Ashamed of your mask,
You knew the illusion would never last
How far have we come to see the day is done this way?
To smile another time, close your eyes, you know the way,
a way to see the blues into the nightshades, below the moon.
Rejoin with friends long lost in obscurity, I love you, I love,
Silent Spring as she breathes fresh air into the arms of the lovers,
Blame no one but the hand of fate that guides the mood,
Everyone together now rejoice, be reborn with the new year as shadows
Waltz with reflections in the looking glass.
Pictures ripped up, torn, my mask is a little worn,
Better start rebuilding to be reborn with the wind by my side.
There’s no need to sit and watch, what is it you wish to gain
Take a picture it’ll last a little longer keep forever still the rain.
Into pale shades of the moon, we close our eyes and sink into the night
The temple lies in ruins; beyond the skies there flies the loon
With melting goo-goo eyes, bound for bloodshot skies, horizon bound
For sorrow, always running round in circles, lost and never found lay tomorrows
Dreams unfounded.
Rejoin the tribe
Growing older, wiser everyday
What’s left to wipe the tears away?
It’s mine to share, leave me alone, it doesn’t seem fair
That it should all pan out this way
Get out of my room, I don’t want to be here with you.
Why is it I feel this way?
I can never understand
this fantasies too real for me
No place left for me to land.
A year since our last kiss
Sweet rose,
Lost in crystal bliss a pose,
Withered as the river knows
To keep on flowing but not where to go.
This is all we know.
Wasting away everything we own
Digging the dirt, strip some meat from the bone
Dreams lie in the present
We are all that can exist
In-between meditation,
There’s no appeal in motivation
There’s some sense of hesitation
In doing nothing. Oh sweet nothing at all.
So much I’ve seen in what came to pass, lets see it through the year,
The first the most, and everything, the day the world melted before your eyes,
And the floorboards dripped down onto the ceiling, twisted, burnt, ripped, worn down to the bone.
Adorned in gold upon your throne, don’t make a fool of yourself
Tease me, please me, and release me of your spell
I have no tale to tell, no canvas on which to paint the love I felt back then
More fresh, alive, a will to survive that’s what we have,
With faces that now seem strange in a distant light.
poem by David Lacey
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To The Strangest Girl I've Ever Known
Heretical hierarchies decompose in slow plastic tides.
An ode is sung, wild eyed for those too scared to run,
A lament for those that tried to ply open the chest’s secret encoded,
And still we are relying on the illusion that our guns are loaded,
That we’re ready to explode at anytime in floods of woeful fears,
Streaming tears in cascades, breaking barriers, overrunning barricades.
I spy dreamers washed up upon the shore, lost in isolation when they are
Surrounded by a thousand likewise ungrounded souls. Crying for a saviour.
The doorways are now broken that would have opened had a little
Patience been applied, had we relied on more than instinct to guide us through the skies.
Beyond the twilight, beyond our mother’s delight lies the truth so far out of sight that we require proof of our existence before we empower ourselves with love.
Some sickly rose of pale blue shades clasped upon my palm,
Gone are the days of failing you she said,
Leaving me in a jaded calm of slumbering silence.
What defence could I offer?
The gifts of love that I made to gain her favour?
It seems as though there’s nothing left to say
As I find myself day by day scratching around upon the ground,
Seeking the latch to the doorway high beyond my reach.
Whilst some patchwork princess in the recesses of my mind
Awaits me beyond the kissing gate.
I fear that all she will find is me huddled blind
Seeking the light reborn from a bleak descent into darkness.
All there is that’s lost is yours to find as vibrations evoke
Reminiscence of a time so long since passed that memory has lapsed,
Beyond the mists of times blessing,
Beyond the clouds obscuring the memory as ever alluring.
For regret I’ve found there is no cure,
To the strangest girl I’ve ever known
What madness is this that sadness should be the flavour of the hour?
Such strange a love in friendship is ours to hold, to devour,
Warming with every heartbeat until the second we grow cold and fading.
Our souls taken from their form to dance with angels in ascent.
Such horror is it to find both our souls in descent,
Skimming the surface of insanity and every so often submerging ourselves
Beneath the ever sleepless deep.
The unconscious tides of our emotion
Are as the tides and currents of the ocean.
And here we are, trying to keep ourselves from crying
When tears are the only joy we know.
Here we are within the water flowing
With starlit eyes of youth still glowing.
The river is bursting its banks
Who should we thank?
God?
Our Mother Divine?
Father Time?
Me?
You?
The sky of blue?
The river is bursting its banks
Who should we thank?
poem by David Lacey
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A Truth Beyond Compromise.
She bears the emblem of the crescent moon upon her chest
Sinking, seeing the warmth of her bosom, I’m in need of a rest.
She speaks to angels who guide her thoughts, she’s seeking
All it is that mortal man hath ever sought,
A truth beyond compromise.
A truth as true as the sky
In revealing her emotion.
Rippling oceans shatter the establishment calm Of palm tree laden bays
Tourists, pleasure hunters are spread into dismay by a blood of the
Goddess’ tears. Brooding on her fears, she’s wasting away the years,
Too long she hath been tearing, frantic at her hair.
He cares but can’t reveal
Or speak of the way he feels
Still his heart doth weep
In and out of sleeping.
Still the Love he keeps
No other treasure doth
He wish to seek.
poem by David Lacey
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Her Wet Hair Feels Cool on My Skin
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin
As she came fresh from the shower.
She lies near me and rest begins.
Her whispers soft, a quiet wind
Caress my senses for an hour.
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin.
I’m at peace more than ever when
I lay down with her in her bower,
She lies near me and rest begins.
Now love’s sensations lie within
A subtle simple touch of power-
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin.
She holds my heart fast with a grin
Delicately, like a flower.
She lies near me and rest begins.
I say that now if this be sin
I don’t in fear of death cower.
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin:
She lies near me and rest begins.
2009
poem by William Mcgehee
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Logic vs Intuition
Premise:
All roses are flowers
Some flowers fade quickly
Some have stems smooth
Some have stems prickly
Conclusion: valid or not? (True of false)
Therefore: some roses fade quickly.
Don’t be too smug
Don’t answer to slickly
The conclusion like most
Can be answered too quickly
The correct logical conclusion
To most people is lost
For the answer in (intuitive confusion)
Is inherently and most logically… false
poem by David Whalen
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Walk With Your Head Held High
Walk,
With your palms open.
And I will keep you fed.
Remember,
It was I who had said from the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds...
Constantly spinning.
Until you admit...
It is I who can make that quit.
Walk,
With your eyes opened wide.
And realize what I have done...
Under the Sun,
Is not disguised.
Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!
And it does not have to be that way.
It is you who attract,
Involved entrapments.
Without sending them away.
What from that,
Do you wished kept obeyed?
Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!
Walk,
With your head held high.
Without trying in your 'fits'...
To make sense of it and sit,
In tears...
To stay.
Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying and the lieing,
Excused by alibis.
Today!
Just walk,
With your palms open.
And I will keep you fed.
Remember,
It was I who said,
From the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds spinning.
With strife you do not like!
But you invite it to incite.
And it does not have to be that way.
It is you who like entrapments.
Without sending them away.
Walk,
With your head held high.
And remember this...
You can dismiss all your conflicts,
If you insist to let them go...
And show your faith in Me believing,
What is known can be quickly tossed away...
From your grieving.
It was I who had said from the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds...
Constantly spinning.
Until you admit...
It is I who can make that quit.
Or you can sit,
To let your life pass as you slowly fade.
Without ever knowing what it's like...
To grab hold of your life and fight it,
Off!
Just Walk!
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!
Walk,
With your head held high.
Without trying in your 'fits'...
To make sense of it and sit,
In tears...
That stay.
Take your happiness...
Affirm this everyday,
And walk away.
Choose to live your life,
In peaceful ways.
And you can do that praying everyday.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ageless Beauty for M lady Ernestine
True beauty lies beneath the skin.
It’s not something for surface show.
A quality which lies within
but others can bask in its glow.
Some beauty fades as years pass by.
No matter how hard you may fight
to hide the signs you can’t deny
True beauty shines through ever bright.
True beauty is not visible
but rather something which you feel.
Something which makes you comfortable
the passing years can never steal.
True beauty thinks of others first
and offers love without reserve.
As a cool drink will quench our thirst
it gives us more than we deserve.
True beauty is a quality
which lasts until the day you die.
A precious gift that’s given free
which no amount of cash can buy.
Beauty is skin deep so they say.
Of mere good looks that is quite true.
Youthful prettiness fades away
but inner beauty still shines through.
23-Jun-08
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The Black Book of Santiago
Spiralling towards oblivion
Am I to abandon any hope of recovery?
Salvation?
I feel the blanket shifting
Acid clouds above my head.
All about my form lay broken bodies mangled
Tarnished flesh horrors await as the waxworks melt
Slow, soft, sombre, felt fabric drips come melting sweet
A torrent of fear upon the street victims helpless below.
Cooling towers upon the horizon act as cloud factories.
What hope do we have of recovery?
Electric snakes wind entwining themselves
Around the roots of the venerable Oak.
What horror of industry is this that pollutes our horizon so?
Children seek their mother through discomfort.
Fathers are no longer to be honoured.
Shallow streets fuel the addicts need for release.
I spiral onwards - ever inwards for the horrors
That await beyond my flesh are more than I can bare.
I close my eyes. I make as though I was never there.
Confusion swells within this heart of mine
For every time I drift within my thought
I find myself caught and sinking
Blind ever thinking without accepting the
Truth of my knowing the river must flow forever more.
I find myself dwelling too often with ghost companions
From a former life. Confusion swells abandoned, isolated
From dreamstates. Are we alone to guide our hands in blessing?
Who are we to un-shroud the mystery.
Who are we to proclaim transcendental truths aloud?
Who are we to pluck fruit so easily from the branches of the world tree?
We are they who have set emotion free.
No more than a flower blooming are we that swoon beneath the moon.
Open your heart to the warmth of the sun.
Allow Apollo's kiss upon your cheeks.
Seek. Seek forever more beyond the river of your flowing.
Take in the clouds as colors change - re arranging
Upon the skylines. Pastel shades are fading.
Night is awoken. Awaiting in the shadows still
Knowing soon is her time to rule upon the hill.
Ignore the crowds- the masses thronging outside the window
For all they hope for is a view of the morning show.
Let them know the circle full. Let them know the tears of Joy.
Spirits rise in procession
Paying homage to the soul of Albion's sage
A new age is born from Romance.
We are as ever attempting
Aspiration towards redemption whole
They sing - as sweet melodies linger upon the breeze.
Old friends no longer recognize the Love they once held dear
Good friends no loner recognize attachments long forgotten.
The Fate's hath begotten a tapestry blue.
Two lone warriors stride headstrong into the nightmare
Shadows unfolded themselves to reveal all they once concealed
Paranoia calls - beckoning you to close the window.
Close it to the world outside. Shut yourself blind.
Who knows what you may find
Seeking justice beyond the eggshell cracked
Feed. Breed upon the invisible leash.
Know that no release is necessary
For the form you know as your own
Is set upon the path of secret shadows revealed.
poem by David Lacey
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Crack in their bottles
CRACK IN THEIR BOTTLES
Go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
fill up their heads with useless lies
start when they're young
tell them aloud, 'everyone is equal, unique in their own way'
whisper quietly insults full of hate.
go ahead, fill up their heads with these lies
Go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
feed them pills with their juice
tell them aloud, 'these will calm you down.'
whisper quietly, 'so I don’t have to deal with you'
Go ahead, fill up their heads with these useless lies
then wonder where you went wrong.
Go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
fill up their heads with useless lies
tell them, it doesn’t matter how they look
but slip them diet pills behind their back
go ahead, fill up their heads with these useless lies
then wonder why they are depressed.
Go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
fill up their heads with useless lies
tell them aloud you love them no matter what they do
whisper quietly that you never wanted them
go ahead, fill up their heads with these useless lies
then wonder what you did wrong.
So go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
fill up their heads with useless lies
but I’ll sit back and wonder why
what’s so wrong with the truth?
I’ll feed your children love in their bottles
tell them they're special everyday
show them I mean it with a hug and a kiss
and try to fix what you’ve done wrong
I’ll feed your children laughter in their bottles
tell them aloud 'everyone’s unique'
and whisper quietly the exact same thing
I’ll go ahead and feed your children the truth
trying to undo what you have done.
I'll feed your children confidence in their bottles
tell them aloud how special they are
hug them when they act their worst
and whisper quietly that they're the best
so go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
and fill up their heads with useless lies
I’ll sit back and try my hardest
to undo everything that you do.
poem by Liz Colavecchio
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Lewti, Or The Circassian Love-Chaunt
At midnight by the stream I roved,
To forget the form I loved.
Image of Lewti! from my mind
Depart; for Lewti is not kind.
The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam
And the shadow of a star
Heaved upon Tamaha's stream;
But the rock shone brighter far,
The rock half sheltered from my view
By pendent boughs of tressy yew.--
So shines my Lewti's forehead fair,
Gleaming through her sable hair,
Image of Lewti! from my mind
Depart; for Lewti is not kind.
I saw a cloud of palest hue,
Onward to the moon it passed;
Still brighter and more bright it grew,
With floating colours not a few,
Till it reach'd the moon at last:
Then the cloud was wholly bright,
With a rich and amber light!
And so with many a hope I seek
And with such joy I find my Lewti;
And even so my pale wan cheek
Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty!
Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind,
If Lewti never will be kind.
The little cloud-it floats away,
Away it goes; away so soon?
Alas! it has no power to stay:
Its hues are dim, its hues are grey--
Away it passes from the moon!
How mournfully it seems to fly,
Ever fading more and more,
To joyless regions of the sky--
And now 'tis whiter than before!
As white as my poor cheek will be,
When, Lewti! on my couch I lie,
A dying man for love of thee.
Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind--
And yet, thou didst not look unkind.
I saw a vapour in the sky,
Thin, and white, and very high;
I ne'er beheld so thin a cloud:
Perhaps the breezes that can fly
Now below and now above,
Have snatched aloft the lawny shroud
Of Lady fair--that died for love.
For maids, as well as youths, have perished
From fruitless love too fondly cherished.
Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind--
For Lewti never will be kind.
Hush! my heedless feet from under
Slip the crumbling banks for ever:
Like echoes to a distant thunder,
They plunge into the gentle river.
The river-swans have heard my tread,
And startle from their reedy bed.
O beauteous birds! methinks ye measure
Your movements to some heavenly tune!
O beauteous birds! 'tis such a pleasure
To see you move beneath the moon,
I would it were your true delight
To sleep by day and wake all night.
I know the place where Lewti lies
When silent night has closed her eyes:
It is a breezy jasmine-bower,
The nightingale sings o'er her head:
Voice of the Night! had I the power
That leafy labyrinth to thread,
And creep, like thee, with soundless tread,
I then might view her bosom white
Heaving lovely to my sight,
As these two swans together heave
On the gently-swelling wave.
Oh! that she saw me in a dream,
And dreamt that I had died for care;
All pale and wasted I would seem
Yet fair withal, as spirits are!
I'd die indeed, if I might see
Her bosom heave, and heave for me!
Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind!
To-morrow Lewti may be kind.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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A Walk Within Valentine Gardens.
To you who drank from blue bell goblets,
To you who sipped from the chalice of Harmony
I wrote this song for thee.
To you who smooth my soul with questioning
I request you treasure the memories I leave you
As I will forever hold true the memories I keep
Of you hung safe within the galleries of my mind.
I lied when I said to I felt no extremity within the realm
Of emotion - Yet with each thought an ocean I feel
As though I'm drowning in a sea of Sorrow, Engulfed below the tides of Woe.
The helmsman of sanity's sailing is shaken, awoken are his senses.
Constantly building his defences he'll always be late for the morning show.
Seek Persephone in procession with Harmony.
Arise a Rose, blooming as the Moon caress' the midnight sun.
The games we play, throughout the day
Doth sway my heart in swing.
With happy a heart alongside merry a cheer
We allow our hearts time to sing.
May you always remember the blessings of youth.
May truth forever guide your path.
May you find love in the form you seek,
May you never be weak in confrontation with the storm.
How glad I am we met.
Such a break as you are from the norm.
When the night is cold,
When I wander, slow and old.
I'll keep safe within sanity
The etchings of you I keep above
The highest watermark of memories fading.
I will warm myself with the memory of a flower
In full bloom, swooning in sight of the silver moon.
In times to come, I hope you find your fun
As you enjoy the days whilst you are young.
Just as I hope you retain a fragile beauty throughout the
Passage of the years.
poem by David Lacey
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Tight
Hold tight
Nothing missing
Look around
Pupils listen
Can you listen?
Or is it that
You've learnt too much
What's your limit
You know you've heard
Teeth are clenched
A pack of lies -- yeah
Chords in the neck are tense
So hold tight
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
And don't you cry
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hold tight
Yeah, I can see ya
You got it all under your skin
Turn around where you stand
Everybody takes aim at adversity
You know you've heard
Teeth are clenched
A pack of lies -- yeah
Chords in the neck are tense
So hold tight
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
And don't you cry
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hold tight
I got ya message
I got it all
And there's no limit
The travel between our dreams
Has not come to an end
So let's keep up
Our unholy alliance
You know you've heard
Teeth are clenched
A pack of lies -- yeah
Chords in the neck are tense
So hold tight
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
And don't you cry
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by INXS
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Pleasance Of Thine Gaze
If pure beauty ever had a more true manifestation,
I know not its form, nor its very ideation-
Ponderance of same has been thusly, banished-
As my want for else long ago vanished.
My most ardent desires lie in its appreciation:
This humble heart seeks thine, for life-long adoration;
Somniation allows that I may, in glimpses, continue to gather-
Still, this ardor's puissant presence, I would much rather.
Should hope and faith have been all that were needed,
Long, long ago, this intermittence would have ceded
To ubiquity, and a dream would have been realized;
Therein lies the cause for mine sight: to drink in thine eyes;
There is not enough time, in a lifetime of days,
To satiate mine want for the pleasance of thine gaze!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Reality
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
poem by Rabia al Basri
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And There Was You
No more than just a broken heart ago
I made a promise to myself I'd never
Trust someone again
Judging form my rough and rocky past
I wrote off love as just a game a fool will play and never win
And I felt certain I was right
'Til I turned a corner in the night
And there was you
Like an angel you just suddenly appeared
Sent to me With a love so true
That it could make up for the lies and wasted years
Now I see there were other loves I knew
And there was you
I've heard the words "I love You" said in vain so many times
I quit believing that someone could really care
And after one too many dead end roads
I found myself stumbling through the dark down to my last prayer
I didn't know what else to try
'Til I raised my head and opened my eyes
And there was you
Like an angel you just suddenly appeared
Sent to me With a love so true
That it could make up for the lies and wasted years
Now I see there were other loves I knew
And there was you
song performed by by Trace Adkins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Suicide Sad but True
The voices make you blue
This is sad but true
Now suicide is waiting for you
This is sad but true
Pills seem to be the way now
This sad but true
The bottle is waiting
This is sad but true
What are you to do
This sad but true
Now you swallow all but two
This is sad but true
As your skin turns blue
This is sad but true
Your friend breathes into you
This is sad but true
How did this not work for you
This is sad but true
You just wanted to die too
This is sad but true
Maybe next time will do
This is sad but true
You pray the knife will cut you into
This is sad but true
What they have done to you
This is sad but true
Now this will have to do
This sad but true
Now it is done for you
This is but true
Jeremy
poem by Jeremy Gibbs
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The Poet Still Cries
In a maze, void of direction,
I grope vainly, aiming for conclusion,
I see much, yet all is delusion,
The walls craze me, absent of solution.
I tirelessly persevere, going ahead,
But the end is not near, I feel dread,
I pray, but He can't hear, I am mislead,
Man is overcome by fear, my hope is dead.
I bear all, I seek redemption,
The martyr will fall, only for resurrection,
He will hear my call, and forgive my rebellion,
I gaze at the hall, embracing the deception.
I hunger, my feet grow weary,
I thirst for more, humanity breathes barely,
I resent Her, and alienate reality,
I despise the Whore, and curse this mediocrity.
She leers at my weakness, sneering with apathy,
Her appetite is craven, lusting after the sensibility,
She lives off of crushed love, on broken liberty,
Her crown of despair, rules entirety bleakly.
Yet I know she fears, she envies humanity,
She knows the truth, in us lies Beauty,
She trembles unwittingly, recognizing her futility,
She clings to delusion, denying her impunity.
For mankind has sadly embraced this fate,
The potential of indecision too much to take,
So they now wallow in jealousy and self-hate,
Abandoning compassion for an illusion's sake.
They embrace reason, mindlessly craving an absolute,
In a universe of detachment, they stifle the music of the flute,
They ignore their identity, placing their hearts on mute,
They betray their muses, trading them for servitude.
But from I, the silent sounds of subjectivity will still rise,
The human soul will forever remember through my eyes,
How you sacrificed beauty in exchange for lies,
And why oh why the poet still cries.
poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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