Confusion
Here I am, a poetic soul lost within the confusion of fairy tale romance.
Here I am, a prophetic soul lost within a realm of ever dancing shadows.
Outside the world is waiting still, there she lay upon the hill beckoning me,
Painting flowers blue and grey, there she lay, awaiting the sun to rule the day.
The clouds are blanket comforts, offering shade at the most poignant of times,
This world is mine for a while, a bubble un-burst reflecting auras of emotion.
The sky is an ocean deep; the sky is beckoning sleep beyond the call for weeping.
Earthed through the act of breathing alone, I know my soul to be growing through
Rooted to the home I know so well as my sanctuary. Soon I am to leave,
Soon I am to breathe again the world anew and know a city green as my asylum.
I am a man who would seek to know you if I did not believe that I was already
Doing so through growing to know myself. I am a man who may never place
The voice of my heart upon the shelf and though ignored at times the calling of
My soul is ever present. I am a dreamer through and through, I have no excuses,
And through dreams I believe that a new heaven, a new reality is revealed.
I am a man who wishes to fulfil the potential of his love, his source. I am a man
Divine as you, I am a man divine as all of your creation. I am an honest man
Though at times confused.
Within a realm of unfolding visions I rest before drifting
And I perceive you in the most feminine of manners, a long flowing emerald gown
And you offer me your hands. This I'll never understand and your name I dare not
Seek to know, but to know myself and flow as I grow I seek, throughout the realms
Of sleep shade shadows.
I am a man of imbalance, I am a man of obsession, I am a man of dream time bliss.
I am a man of many thoughts, I am the man whom cupid caught, wounded here I lie.
I am a man of the sky, I am a man of the fire, I am a man of ecstatic desire though at
Times it takes all my energy to respire, towards unity I aspire, through a balance of shades.
I am a man of patience and I inhabit a world surreal. Who are you?
poem by David Lacey
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Blanket Syd - Explosions in the Sky
Explosions in the sky. The dancing starts to the entrancing stars,
Through shimmering shades, a thousand unexplained chances are revealed,
Nothing is concealed from these eyes of beatific vision surreal.
Here I am, sailing the celestial passageways of my universe,
My universe so distinct, beautiful and real that I could not imagine another
That I could love more with all my heart, yet I wish to share my world.
A ball room dance ensues and madness pursues my vision.
A thousand partners dance holding each other close.
She paraded with herself in her arms, knowing that she would do no harm to herself.
The grate beckons holding fire, hell opens up its heart to you, hell breathes.
Step into the furnace, the fiery forge of your mindscapes creation.
Seeking revelation what will you find, as the mind of the acid soaked mariner prays he wont go blind.
Will you find a new vision more beautiful and true than ever could you imagine? The fire breathes with the spirit of unison, the embers flow in liquid movements,
Beyond within and without the moment I am beyond within and without content.
Through descent into madness I am seeing the trees reflected backwards into an eternity
Of long lost echoes, all around they cry and dance and scream with the joy of loosing
Their burden humanities. So frail at times is my reality, so pale and thin at times is sanity.
A giant African head sculpture erupts from beneath the ground,
As it rose it turned its head to face me, deep, sunken, hollow eyes
Of dark and sickly sweet mysteries faced me as my heart a pacing
Set out upon a path to strengthen faith to an extent that I could laugh
At the horrors waiting upon my shoulder, this lance of hope is my love.
Laid upon my back I could not know anything to be true
But the stars and their dance upon a blanket of infinite blue.
The trees take on their own personalities, they reveal themselves to you,
Each aspires towards the sky, waving their arms in soft servitude beneath
The hand of the winds ever present blowing. Here we are as beasts of youth,
Parading around upon some unknown ground, disguised by the valleys green.
The trees penetrate our mother the earth as a thousand un tamed nymphs
Dance before my vision. Through a mist of obscurity, a veil of misunderstanding
I saw a new world, a new heaven breathing life beyond the blue of mysteries shadow.
I hear voices upon the wind; I feel more than I could ever understand as real.
No illusion of sanity can save me now.
Old loves never die but are shrouded by new loves envy of the old.
There she was, dancing in parallel with herself, the perfect synchronisation,
One dressed in the purest white the other in the darkest shadows of mysteries abyss,
Both looked with longing eyes towards the horizon of eternity’s bliss.
What does it mean? Is it a dream? How is it the ghost of a girl can gleam so?
A thousand nymphs run wild within the forest night, dancing they are as the shadows
Of lanterns twist the perception of this mind of mine, out of time, out of place with
Smiling eyes of faceless dreams I am as one with the roots of Unison.
Isolation beckons upon the horizon, there lays in wait an island in the sky for you.
The wind whispers, the forest mumbles, we tumble onward upon our knees,
Underneath the trees we are as happy as we could ever be free, free from the
Bondage of our material gains, free from the bondage of our material pains.
Let it rain, let it snow, let the sun glow bright as the rivers flow,
Let us know, show us the way and reveal the day painted in a thousand untainted colours Anew. Beyond the blue within thoughts of you I’m sinking, always am I thinking,
Painting pastel pink the valleys of this land alive through smiling eyes.
I can hear the voices of my companions echo around the fire, I feel at one within myself and at the same time completely at loss without myself, I feel alone, isolated so far from home, surrounded by those who would never try to understand the land that I perceive.
She of duelling parallels knows her way though at times confused,
I at times feel abused, bruised by the beatings of my imaginations creation.
Her face broke throughout the clouds, her hair wavering upon the current of the wind,
Until know she had been a mystery to me, she who offers me her hand in guidance.
Upon my Journey she smiled a smile so coy she did naught but toy with my emotions,
And within the ocean of the sky she swam, effortlessly, aimlessly, her essence unreal,
Her presense inciting passion and unreal waves of emotion, confusing the way in which I could feel. A caterpillar a thousand miles long awaiting the cocoon. A thousand grey Sculptures of a thousand individual souls, each separate and unique yet swimming and dancing together within the ocean of the sky.
The sky is an ocean deep
I’ll never sleep again
The sky is an ocean deep
I’ll never sleep again.
Creeping shadows leave me weeping,
Old friends abound adorn themselves in forms anew,
Loose limbed mammals in tune with their animal nature dance.
The valley breathes, the trees speak through the movement of the leaves,
The valley breathes and the poet’s heart is thus relieved.
I perceive a world somewhere in between my ability to see and he objects of my focus.
A river runs by gently, smoothing the stones. Ripples echo endlessly as raindrops
Drip from the tips of gently sloping leaves. The trees are crying, death for the green is dying. Try for me I’ll fly for you and everything I’ll say is true, believe me, beyond, within and without every blue that comes my way throughout the day surrounded by thoughts of you I shall be there, blanketed at times by fairy tale wisdoms, blanketed at times or simply out of my mind, but there and always easy to find. Never can we be blind again, never again will we have to run from the rain for we are those who know to embrace the storm, and we are those who wish to reach beyond uniform conformity,
We are those who wish to ignore all notions of normality, for such illusions cast too heavy a burden for the soul who wishes to be whole again, the soul who wishes to be free.
poem by David Lacey
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Divine in Contemplation
The goal of man is to be as god,
To reach out to the divine in contemplation
And so return as far as possible to the divine source.
Seek the hidden truths contained
Within the scriptures of your lore
Seek to restore your unity
But know you must remain
For this life is one worth living
Our love is love worth giving
And though the priesthoods of our race
May claim knowledge beyond the consideration
Of most, what they know are but ghosts of the truth
Our grandmother’s contained in their eyes.
The gods of every sphere know true a heart of gold
This they know as every soul is a story to unfold.
Each will know true the kiss of the gods within their time
Each will know their soul as one with yours as well as mine
Each will know the midnight sun to radiate and shine
Each will know the all as one, those shackled and those blind.
Consider not that the scholar lost within a realm of scrolls
Shall ever know more than the rambling man who allows
Dawn to kiss his soul. Embrace the freedom of the valley,
Allow the muse room within your garden sanctuary
And there she may sing soft lullabies to your children.
poem by David Lacey
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Leave the World Something Real
Expectations of excellence
Unveil the gardens of the soul
These flowers given in mystery
Generations spire into a living fire
Hands made of silk angels
Troubadours play on corners
Architecture reveals future visions
These children with eyes of stars
Dross is burned away in sorrow
Pure gold stands in the gallery
Steeples rise in the blowing wind
There in the sky we see a child’s mind
Grow you seeds that become great trees
Find your part - seek to grow
Rise like clouds in the blue
Blossom into the inward realm
Seek your call and listen to your dreams
What is love?
Growth is love
Using what you have been given is love
Everything you become that is real and true
Is real and true love
Being in love should be for all, man is a family
Even your personal life relates to the whole
The celebration that two are growing together
Fly into the world of growth
Become yourself with the color of growth
Michelangelo left us something
Emily Dickinson left us something
Rembrandt left us something
Mary Beecher Stowe left us something
John Lennon left us something
Search, learn, know yourself
Become all you’re meant too
Selfishness takes and takes
Love gives and gives
When a rose blooms isn't it wonderful?
Grow and grow and never stop
Leave the World Something real
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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It is she who leads my heart in wandering.
It is she who leads my heart in wandering.
It is her ghost who shall guide me throughout the shades.
It is into a Love for her that I fade
Forever sinking into the nightmare.
The clouds create an impression of longing
As they seek to know one another.
I perceive a Lady of the sky
Throwing the burden of the world from upon her shoulders.
I perceive Death imagined – cloaked in shadows
I perceive a solider of light upon his journey.
Each in turn they deliver a kiss upon the wind
From ever changing perceptions they are born
Wild from the imagination.
Seek not to transcend through what you consider the mundane
For it is part of creation whole – just as you – just as your soul.
Know the beauty of the day that surrounds you is just the same
Whether it be blue or grey whether it be sun kissed or be raining
Each is a turn in the cycle eternal, each day more we are learning.
poem by David Lacey
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A Declaration of Love Revealed
Know that if anything happened to you then I would die an eternity in an instant,
I can picture now the deconstruction of my faith in the world and I know that all
That I could dream of was hearing your voice upon the wind. I have full faith in
Fate and that those who wish for a love of life will have the universe conspire for them.
I know you shall be fine, I know you will have the time of your life but this will never stop me worrying for so deep is the grandeur of my emotion, I understand however that you may feel strange, and at times that I myself am a little deranged but know that my heart is constantly calling out your name and though it could
Never be you who made me blue, it is my inability to cope with my feelings for you,
For I know that no commitments are to be made and I know that perhaps that you are to
Meet the love of your life upon your travels but I need you to know that at this time I can not comprehend that fate could throw my way such a soul of beauty without reason.
Know that at I am an appreciator of all, and that I have fallen for you, if you can not return affection I beg you know the honor I bestow upon you in holding you in the light I do. Know that I’ll always be there to comfort you, in and out of my own blues, I’ll be there. I can be happy in the knowledge that you will be happy with or without me
Yet I can not be free until I have spoken of the feelings that leave me unreal and broken.
Here is my heart, take it, you don’t have to give me yours.
Through knowing you I have been shown that there is beauty beyond the curtains sewn.
You have given me a new faith in man, something that I would never have known to ring
True again. I hold you in the highest of esteem, I deem you an embodiment of the goddess and though I know I may appear a mess, and though I know you would never wish me undressed I still need to let you know so that you can go and flow and show the world the love I perceive gleaming through the windows to your soul.
Perhaps now was not the time for us but I can’t help feeling that I’m at times in need of healing for I feel love sick beyond repair, I don’t know whether or not it was best to share
These cares of mine but I feel by rights that you should know, and though I have told you
Once before, I live in the shadow of the thought of you walking out the doorway.
I feel at times that if only I had the words to say I could let you know for sure
That you are the cure I seek. I would not ever wish to weaken the hope for happiness you
Carry so merrily in your stride. At times I envy you, still I know it’s wrong, but the green
Eyed monster rears his ugly head and at times I feel half dead, though I may be singing
The happiest of songs.
I feel perhaps as though I am too selfish in burdening your day
With all the thoughts within my head, with every word I say
Yet know that I shall be praying for you, towards unity, towards clarity
I shall pray for you and will always welcome you with open arms
If you are willing to receive me. Be free of commitment, be happy
Be all you know you can be and I will never resent you, I may simply
Resent myself at times for allowing to be swallowed by the blues.
For outside there is a world a splendor, blooming as it swoons
Inside at times I stay too long upon the dark side of the moon.
Sorry about that but you know it’s been getting to me for a while
So much that at times I find it hard to smile, but then I realize that
I should embrace the blue skies of your company for we each are upon
Our paths and I am purely grateful and full of appreciation for
Meeting someone as such as yourself, and in us both taking the time to relax
Beside one another.
I feel like I’m repeating myself
At times I feel like I’m walking in setting concrete
Yet fear shall not defeat me
For I have a wish alike you to be free
To be happy
And to be all I could be
And one day we may be whole as one together
One day we may simply be birds of a feather
But know that whatever the weather
I’ll be there to offer you shade, or shelter from the storm.
I would speak of love more freely if I did not feel as though I may
Scare you in doing so, but something through you flows a radiance,
A beauty of golden grace, and my heart doth weep in knowing that
I keep constantly turning down the opportunity to be with you.
What a fool I am at times, maybe I should listen more to this heart of mine
Even though its voice may scare me, I know that to be free I must as a child
Make merry the skies of misery, fly don’t sigh for me, fulfill your destiny.
poem by David Lacey
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Collection Of Short Poems
MEANINGLESS
I looked into my soul
And saw a great emptiness that enswallowed me.
It was strange and it was dark.
A darkness so vast I fall into it.
Terrified, my heart froze
As fear’s ice hands griped it.
Big dreams and ambitions cut short by the shortness of life
My life now a black deep ocean to drown in
For this is now my fate for mine had being a vain pursuit for self.
DREAMS
The dreams,
These dreams that I dream when I sleep in my sleep.
Are so scary so dark that I awake to only find
That am trapped in the dusty dream of dreaminglessness.
Am lost like a codeless soul flowing in space.
Like a fading painting I evaporate losing myself in the mystic shadows of life.
I don’t know me;
I don’t feel me,
Am I dreaming or is this real?
The dreams,
These dreams that I dream when I sleep in my sleep.
These dreams that I dream are when my eyes are closed yet open
Are not for the faint hearted,
The dreams.
MIRROR, MIRROR, MIRROR
Internal reflections of my soul
Looking deep where I have never being before
I stand mouth agap at the images I see below.
Distorted images,
I can’t see me.
Is the mirror broken or is it the state f my soul?
Mirror, mirror, mirror!
Is there any hope at all?
Tell me now for I fear that I have completely lost my way.
Mirror…?
poem by Tigana Chileshe
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Seek your Destiny upon a Desert Trail
My body aches with satisfied desire.
My body burns upon a funeral pyre.
Angels and Demons both conspire
To lead the night throughout the fire.
Tell me where we go from here.
Shed your fears in a single tear,
Love is one and one is near
Who will love you forever dearly.
Outside a sky of azure shades acts as a canopy to this Paradise of ours,
Clouds of smothering grace drift upon the faith that leads them.
I pass away the hours as I know they are ours to pass away.
A drill nearby tears through a concrete driveway,
There stands a boy, dirt beneath his fingernails,
Failing in his attempt to trail the sun,
His is a story as yet un-spun.
The horse of the pasture grazes nearby dreaming of freedom,
Beyond the horizon the horse of the desert bakes beneath the sun.
The first knows green fields and shelter from the Furies
The second knows the glory of this land.
The desert dweller seeks his sustenance from upon his shoulder,
The horse so accustomed to the pastures boundaries believes
At times that there’s nothing he could wish for as upon his back
No burden is placed but that of the saddle and his rider.
Freedom bound upon a desert trail any traveller may be the one
To gain the friendship of this wild and magnificent creature,
For in the desert he lies, beyond the hills as beyond the skies
He flies there still, free as he could ever wish to be.
Free until he finds himself friendship bound to the soul of her form
That greets him thundering before the storm.
He wishes to help her, he wishes he knew how to help her
And upon his mind it dwells, within his heart it swells.
For the dissolution of freedom he does not sigh,
For it was the voice of his heart as he spoke to the sky
In reply to the question why it was he cried throughout
The dream realm that confronted him.
In flesh he was free but required a love with which to share his
Thoughts and his embrace of natural rhythms.
Still he rides as soul he never knew in unison rests within the shade.
His dreams are fading as he is ever wading in search of the place
To call his home, his heart is screaming throughout the day dream
“No home is a home when we are alone! ”.
Seek your destiny upon a desert trail.
Know that every horse should enjoy
His share of grass and never fail
To laugh and smile and dance and sing.
He should never fail to chance upon the love
That sails his way upon Fates whim.
Back home at the pasture our consistent friend doth
Stand idly, knowing that there is no world beyond
The fence that he doth see without a journey in the cage.
He dreams of azure blades and skies of Emerald depths.
He stretches his imagination but can not create the experience
True of wandering alone beneath cascading waters pure.
He knows there is no cure for his blues.
Even the horse of the desert requires a companion
To make there home within his heart.
One dreams of freedom, one dreams of company
One fears restriction, one full of hesitation
Both contain the seed of the other
Both stride towards an integrated whole.
Both strive to save there souls not from
Eternal damnation nor from the cycle of reincarnation
But to save their souls from Typhon
The serpent of dull ignorance and manacle perversions.
Both seek distractions upon their diversions
Both seek to hold still the oils upon the spoon
Whilst taking in the beauty of Our Luna Moon.
Whilst allowing Apollo to kiss our lips as we
Turn our eyes towards the sky we may discover
A World of Mystery hidden within the silver
Linings of Destiny and her tidings.
Hide not from the hands of Fate.
Never fear that the moment is late
For what’s meant to be shall never pass you by
And though you may cry and though at times
You may question why it is that you must sigh so
Know that within you lay a divinity glowing
Awaiting you to know, awaiting you to flow.
Keep open the doors of aspiring clarity,
Keep distance from Vanity and know
That those whom she hath her claws in
May be forever lost to looking glass blues.
Break through the din of thronging masses
Create the day upon a whim yet seek not
To see the world through rose tinted glasses.
‘Don’t pass me by, Don’t make me cry’
poem by David Lacey
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Wilderness
What sanctuary am I to seek beyond the blanket of your arms
When I can find no asylum in the eyes of another?
Familiar faces seem strange to me
A circle of kings surround me
A circle bound in time and set by destiny to strive
To live and be alive within the moment ever after.
I have forgotten the wisdom of the willow man's secret
I have lost the ability to see with eyes of ecstasy upon the world
As if it were of innocence.
Forget the night unwinding
I find myself in the arms of the one who holds me closest.
What is the dance without the dancer?
Think not that I have forgotten the love that lay fresh for you amongst the rotten.
We are as lost within the wilderness -
I have arrived at the town of my birth to find the generations lost to self destruction.
Is it a lifetime of parading the silver screen you seek?
Or is it that you would inspire the dreams of men?
We have created ourselves a world into which we sink
Free of the shackles of conformity
Free of the shackles of normality
Free of the shackles of reality
I am free for they shatter in binding my soul.
Deserted upon an island
Left alone through a mutiny of the soul
Underground unfound are we
Those souls of midnight ecstasy
That seek to set their spirit free
And be as one as all should be.
poem by David Lacey
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Eternity
I am a tree amongst many- I once believed in giving, not taking,
Only dreaming of being a lithe spirit, capable of being reborn in
Any place and time, a soul loved by all, never to be forgotten,
Never would hurt, tell untruths, or to betray…
As would a gull soaring above the ocean nearly touching the sun,
To welcome the dawning of a new day, or the first blossoming tree in the spring,
Amongst a garden of roses and to behold a herd of deer
Dashing through the woodlands at the dusk of the evening?
I am amongst many dreamers born, not only in blatant reality,
None but a worshiper of nature- The sun has risen and set for an eternity-
I remain alone a spirit giving nothing but love and rebirth in any place
Close to all that is natural and created alone by God-
All that is truthful and all that brings joy, bounty and harmony to the woodlands
That defines purity and eternal life and rebirth of
All that evolves from the heart of the living-
I am a soul of God given grace untouched and unspoiled-
I call myself a shade-giving flower bearing tree-
I am proud to have brought adoration and honesty to our planet-
God granted miracles have preserved this world for eons,
Even in the darkness of night- the moon is full,
Shining its light through the purple-hued sky…
I am a tree amongst many, with so much goodness at heart,
Giving so many splendors to fantasize and so much bliss in reality-
I have made this world a kingdom of nature so much to dream of, and
So much more- never to be lost or forgotten-
I would grow until I touched the sky if I could-
Some say this world shall come to an end but I shall
Stand proud, tall and joyfully spreading life, grace and well-being
Throughout this magnificent universe-
I am a tree with a soul, bearing flowers in the springtime and
Giving fruit in the summer, feeding the hungry and giving shade to the homeless-
In my heart, this world shall rule the universe for an eternity-
I am a tree that shall never stop growing and
As long as trees are growing, deer are running freely and the
Sun rises daily over the mountains near the horizon-
This world shall never perish…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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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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Lyrics Of Love And Sorrow
I
Love is the light of the world, my dear,
Heigho, but the world is gloomy;
The light has failed and the lamp down hurled,
Leaves only darkness to me.
Love is the light of the world, my dear,
Ah me, but the world is dreary;
The night is down, and my curtain furled
But I cannot sleep, though weary.
Love is the light of the world, my dear,
Alas for a hopeless hoping,
When the flame went out in the breeze that swirled,
And a soul went blindly groping.
II
The light was on the golden sands,
A glimmer on the sea;
My soul spoke clearly to thy soul,
Thy spirit answered me.
Since then the light that gilds the sands,
And glimmers on the sea,
But vainly struggles to reflect
The radiant soul of thee.
III
The sea speaks to me of you
All the day long;
Still as I sit by its side
You are its song.
The sea sings to me of you
Loud on the reef;
Always it moans as it sings,
Voicing my grief.
IV
My dear love died last night;
Shall I clothe her in white?
My passionate love is dead,
Shall I robe her in red?
But nay, she was all untrue,
She shall not go drest in blue;
Still my desolate love was brave,
Unrobed let her go to her grave.
V
There are brilliant heights of sorrow
That only the few may know;
And the lesser woes of the world, like waves,
Break noiselessly, far below.
I hold for my own possessing,
A mount that is lone and still--
The great high place of a hopeless grief,
And I call it my 'Heart-break Hill.'
And once on a winter's midnight
I found its highest crown,
And there in the gloom, my soul and I,
Weeping, we sat us down.
But now when I seek that summit
We are two ghosts that go;
Only two shades of a thing that died,
Once in the long ago.
So I sit me down in the silence,
And say to my soul, 'Be still,'
So the world may not know we died that night,
From weeping on 'Heart-break Hill.'
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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O My Valentine
In the heart of mine
You dwell as Divine
O my valentine!
O my valentine!
Like a drunkard's wine
Like a patient's pine
You remain with me always
O my valentine.
Nothing in this world is mine
But you, o my valentine
From whom seperation would be my death
Or, else, at least the broken path;
On which I cannot go back or ahead
With a heart full of your love's pangs
For your memory will eat my head
And my body will feel my inner soul's bangs.
Where the true lovers ultimately meet
The very place after my death I'll seek
In case I lost my love in this world
Which never lets the lover's desires fulfilled.
You, the soul of my soul
Are not less than my goal
Which I'm toiling to win
By fair means or sin.
With you only would be my life better
With some other not more than a fetter
Where one is kept against his will
Where one is forced to swallow the pill.
Yet, I believe in the Divine
Let me not interfere the ways of Him
For, He'll set everything right
O my valentine, o my valentine.
poem by Indresh Kumar
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One Whisper of the Beloved
Lovers share a sacred decree –
to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.
In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved –
Our seeking is His seeking,
Our words are His words.
At times we flow toward the Beloved
like a dancing stream.
At times we are still water
held in His pitcher.
At times we boil in a pot
turning to vapor –
that is the job of the Beloved.
He breathes into my ear
until my soul
takes on His fragrance.
He is the soul of my soul –
How can I escape?
But why would any soul in this world
want to escape from the Beloved?
He will melt your pride
making you thin as a strand of hair,
Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,
One strand of His hair.
We search for Him here and there
while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side we ask,
'O Beloved, where is the Beloved?'
Enough with such questions! –
Let silence take you to the core of life.
All your talk is worthless
When compared to one whisper
of the Beloved.
Dreams of Avalon
Into the wilderness blue she strides turning her head from temptation,
Within the heart of her soul lay the prospect of pure redemption.
Clarity she seeks upon her Journey as I sit and ponder within myself.
Open are the realms to long lost memories of crying beneath
The covers of a blood red blanket asylum. I remember now, burying
My head into the pillow of forgetfulness, I remember now how I felt
Whilst travelling home bearing the tears of regret,
I remember now leaving the beauty of frozen mountain ranges behind
Me as I strode on into the heavy unknown.
Such a strange memory it is to have awoken at this time yet I have grown
Upon and beyond the tears that kept me drowning and I have become
All to aware that those are the memories that ground me alongside
Reminding me of my freedom.
I pray you are never but a memory of a former life
But that I know you to be near throughout my existence upon this plain and beyond
Though I understand we may be worlds apart at times, sometimes with distances growing.
Spoken is my heart too often, numbed is the sensibility of my reason,
Yet it would seem high treason of the soul to silence the spirit of passions saviour.
Dreams of Avalon within the dreams of Albion’s children settle within the
Twilight Realm.Pan can be heard upon the wind, his piping heralding on the dawn of summers glory.
poem by David Lacey
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Buried beneath my pillow surreal
Here I lay in complacent calm, lost in analysis.
Thawed is the memory of hibernation within
The realm of my ignorance. Here I would weep
If it were not for the ignorance in bliss I keep
Buried beneath my pillow surreal.
Awaiting the trip I seek to know
More than reality would have me know
Perhaps she will reveal to me in dreams
Just what it is the visions means.
poem by David Lacey
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Dream.dare.seek
Dream to dare and dream what others don’t seek
Seek to dare another dream that dares to dream.
Dare to dream the dream that others seek
Seek the dream that others don’t dare.
Dream yourself away from here
Fly yourself away from fear.
Across the barren lake of infinity
Towards the beaming celestial city.
Seek what your heart desires
Beyond the haggle and twist of buyers.
Where the world cannot be bought or sold
Hearts are the only things made or silver and gold.
Dare to let your mind take flight
Away from darkness into the light
Forever and ever this world shall turn.
Our hearts and eyes, lies to burn.
Seek.Dare.Dream
poem by Emily Ecstacy
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Open Hearts Are The Soul of The World
Regret not for now the world’s forgetting
In living awe for the sun in setting
Embrace the all, the one, your god.
Seek him in the eyes of the blind.
Find him in the strength of the weak.
Devouring eternity in an instance
Regurgitating – rejuvenating
Breaking the boundaries of tunnel realities
Open hearts are the soul of the world.
I have been as I have seen
The breathing blue beyond the green
The soaring serpent, shining white
The wingless dragon, black as night.
Can you sense within the seasons shifting
The gift of life, all rivers drifting?
The days they wash away the hours
This life of mine, this life of ours
This life is as a mothers kiss
A comfort lost, a frozen bliss.
Impulse - Instinct.
Extinct in this world of plastic smiles.
Come dance with me a while
Come dance a roman mile.
I beg of you
Come dance with me.
Set illusion free.
I beg of you
Come dance with me
Dance divine reality.
poem by David Lacey
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Ask 10: Eluding seduction,
I could never forget you,
In every life I’ve seen you’ve been
Eluding seduction,
Beckoning desire in temptation.
I can feel frustration kicking in,
Your my addiction, no more no less,
Undress beyond a wall of sleep the
Images kept, etchings upon the soul.
It’s this that makes us whole
within boundaries set in stone
Get your head clear, I know it’s hard blinded by fear,
That it might not be the way you perceive it
Reality can be deceiving, daunting at the best of times
Just keep on moving, conceiving
Embryonic tides, lost in sweet emotion
Ride a wave of passion, Crash upon an isolated beach
Out of touch,
Out of reach
poem by David Lacey
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From the Depth of Ethereal
Such heavenly beauty beyond my human reach,
but a lowly soul this world does 'seech.
Lost in a time of tragedy and flutter;
there is a pain-so utter.
The Epiphany came in an instant and blinded me,
from the fear and rage that I now see.
I lay there in torment as time now fall,
night is the victim to this nature's call.
A haunting of melody that will not dispel;
Souls in torment as their lore now tell.
A perfect light arises from the shadows realm below,
the hidden world so far away where thoughts unspoken go.
And from the depth of Ethereal, I could still hear her heart beating;
one after another, the dark clouds are fleeting.
The dreams are real and time stands still if only you believe,
all things that test reality; the visions fools and children see.
From the Depth of Ethereal came howls of former corporeal,
as a soft gentle breeze now makes my heart feel at ease.
The wails of the dead now brings forth shudders of dread;
but this one lowly soul, peace is all she said.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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The Dreamer's Smile
A simple girl
with half-sleepy eyes
smiling dreamily by herself,
sitting by the edge
of the balcony by the sea
looking at the birds
flying freely in the air
and listening to the waves
and their soft ocean rhythm
that have made themselves heard
since the creation of the horizons.
This dreamer's smile
now a rare beautiful jewel
in this modern hectic world
offering a moment's pause
to this weary poetic soul
- a glimpse into her world
as he listens to her heart
and the tale behind her smile...
One that is untouched
by the many ways of the world
that have led all men astray
- a tale of innocent love,
of how a maiden found her love
when she saw the Lover of her soul.
A smile that tells of her Creator
telling of His heart
when he first crafted her smile
while she was still a spark
in His divine creative womb,
a smile that finds its worth
in that captivating innocence
many have traded away
as they wander and lose their way
in this labyrinth of a world.
A rare mesmerizing smile
that many can never have
found abundant in grace
in this plain and simple dreamer
and in the little world she dwells.
Wilson Khor W.H. @ Seymour Nightweaver
poem by Wilson Khor Woo Han
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