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Faint Embassies Of Love

The palace garden is Eden composed
Faint memories beckon throughout the shadows
Dawn is approaching - promising blue skies in her ascent.
Fresh love is calling me to seek
Fresh love to dress my soul.

A city within the clouds
The doorway to fairyland is opened
Can you hear the music of the good folk?
Flutes parading upon a symphony of strings
Wings from which the delicate smiles of flowered souls bring
Faint embassies of love.

Absorb me in the sky above
Dissolve me in the earth below
Great mother pulsing
Breathing
Accept me as your child
Bearing the seed of the sun god
I herald in the spring with a kiss upon the lips of beauty sleeping.

I am the watchman, forever eye upon the dance contorting.
Distortion beckons recollections fragmented
Dementia gripping, sanity slipping
Who is this pale and grimacing fellow in the mirror?
His eyes a sickly yellow, stuttering, muttering,
Upon the elements calling, before myself I'm falling
Gnawing on the marrow of my masters diminished
Forgotten and left rotten to the core.
Find me the door.

poem by David Lacey
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Under African Skies

Josephs face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under african skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing round my nursery door
I said take this child, lord
From tucson arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she wont bother you no more
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
Josephs face was black as night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under african skies

song performed by by Paul Simon
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Mind Like A Tree

Music :rudolf schenker, peter wolf
Lyrics:klaus meine
Come with me come with me now
Inside the garden
Inside the garden of god
Smell the sand its running through your hands
Its where were from
And where well go in the end
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
You gotta spread the
You gotta spread the seed
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Sit in the shadow just smell the grass
Where the past is buried
Where the future grows so fast
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
You gotta spread the
You gotta spread the seed
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
You touch me so
You touch me so deep
I only wish my eyes could see
The way you feel for me
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
You gotta spread the
You gotta spread the seed
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Take my hand
Make me see

song performed by by Scorpions
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Fairies Come A-calling

winter fairies come
a-calling
faces pressed window panes
twinkling
frost makes lacy prints
glittering
light snow pristine pure
falling
world young life fresh
breathing
winter fairies come
a-calling

spring fairies come
a-calling
birds return twig nests
building
flowers open petals pink
blooming
fresh life everywhere
springing
pink green blue pale
coloring
easter eggs painted coats
hiding
spring fairies come
a-calling

summer fairies come
a-calling
evenings teem fireflies
sparkling
watermelon opens red
eating
grass crisps green gold
waving
wind soft thunder nights
lightning
ocean swim hazy twilights
fishing
summer fairies come
a-calling

autumn fairies come
a-calling
colors ripe red gold
falling
harvest pumpkins orange
picking
apples delicious fresh
tasting
leaves underfoot piles
crackling
autumn fairies come
a-calling

poem by Sophia White
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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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Cold Marble

So sure that the dream would last forever
Here I am now, just able to see the high water mark of emotions tide.
Shattered and left a hollow state,
My clay frame cracked.

Buck toothed hill dwellers swarm the shadows
The clock is breathing, organic mechanisms
Hidden beneath the orchard the child at the dropp of an apple yearns for wonderland.
As Alice walks in shadows she tries to understand.

Dying coral - drifting currents
Carry the ocean - we are the sea bed of future times
It is we who are the fossils of the future
We who now await the sun
We the young - born to be forgotten
Born fresh amongst the rotten
And lost to memories decayed through intoxication.

All we are is all we ever were
All we ever could be
Laugh for the time is now and never any other in fading.
Cold marble pressed against sweating skin
The floor of my asylum is a rivulet of luxury
Decadent memories of a former life stir reminiscence upon the midnight hour
I'm falling in failing to rise
Keeping open with a hope in faith my eyes
Still I fall
Still I am calling on lost gods.

I can hear above a promenade of whispers faint murmurings,
Memories of a life long since lived.
Clouded shadows guard my window pane.
My dog is a dog his own
Guardian of my home and soul support in times of need.
How many perversions can share he nightshade deadly to the virgins touch?
Old friends are loosing sense of themselves
The words they re arrange themselves
Leaving me in a placid state

I celebrate this secret bliss of mine
In holding hands with father time
Woven tight with silken gold
We are forever young and never old.
Could it be that I m to adorn the mask of disbelief
When all that surround me is a miracle sublime.

This moment yours and forever mine.
This moment out of time.

poem by David Lacey
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Love's Lost Letter

As a traversed the earth, looking for gold
I realized my journey was tedious as time is old
Until I found something worth more than treasure
A beautiful soul lost in an enchanting letter.
Like a fool that I am I picked it up,
but to my better, to my pleasure I found something more valuable than ancient old treasure.

The Letter

Lost in heaven, I feel no love, without my dear- there is no bliss for me here. I see languid angels lament with love; the sweetest symphony of fingers playing on strings, strings of their lovers souls. But where art thou? My dear, without thou here, there is no love for me. Upon luxurious clouds, I see serene feet dance on loves free air, and scarlet red roses strewn in their lover's hair, and naked souls who with tender flesh kiss their lover's heart bare! But where art thou… if not here than nowhere! I see Mycenaean hyacinth flowers embroidered on jade green leaves crowned upon the brows of lover's hearts; laurels of love, a sight still not as beautiful as thee. Thee—Where art thou? I see children laughing on Persian green hills and infants sleeping on the delicate petals of giant yellow daffodils. I see pink hues flourish in the azure pastures of heaven, I see vivid dreams of those whom died, I have seen nothing without your grace, I am nothing here without you. This is not heaven, for thou art heaven to me! I see snowflakes toss to and fro in the whistling winds of musical beauty; snowflakes that resemble the eyes of Siberian Huskies—strange light blue snow with dark pupils, like marbles, put much more delicate. I see the maids of heaven with honey dipped blonde hair, drink the snow and twirl in fiery light. I see lovers hidden in a veiled mist indulge in love, where love does truly exist, but not I? I do not exist without you my dear. There is no love in the land of love for me here. Though I cannot weep, for this place is too beautiful for tears to seep. Still I wander in the land of love looking for you my dear. Tired, I close my eyes and see you there, with my soul on thy body and with my love thou wear the paradise of heaven, the land of love, the dreams of that I saw I swear.

Who needs gold?
When love is fortold.
Now I know what love is...
I close my eyes
Perch my lips
And my sweet love gives me a kiss…..

'Never leave me for a minute again! ' said his sweet love.

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Wooden Ships

Am I forever meant to be
Torn apart by misery
When all around is ecstasy
And my soul, my soul is free.

Fresh from the garden forgotten
Fresh life from a carcass rotten
As maggots feed upon death's shroud
Life begins a new.

I shall follow the eyes of the angel who finds me
For I am lost upon my journey

Wooden ships drift upon the waves of memories retreat
Leaving me here beating my feet and laughing in the faces of those I meet
Who claim that they could never understand
How I live in the shadow of the man I am.

Are we not dressed in the dream of creation
A dream realized by the will to live.

It saddens me at times that I will never know the kiss of desert snow as a memory of my own
Yet it gladdens at times that lost within my mind the secret hard to find is there for all to know.

Dance - chance upon the midnight hour

I turn to dance - Lord Dionysus rise - be in the phoenix in my eyes.

poem by David Lacey
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Song be Delicate

Let your song be delicate.
The skies declare
No war — the eyes of lovers
Wake everywhere.

Let your voice be delicate.
How faint a thing
Is Love, little Love crying
Under the Spring.

Let your song be delicate.
The flowers can hear:
Too well they know the tremble,
Of the hollow year.

Let your voice be delicate.
The bees are home:
All their day's love is sunken
Safe in the comb.

Let your song be delicate.
Sing no loud hymn:
Death is abroad . . . Oh, the black season!
The deep — the dim!

poem by John Shaw Neilson
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Winter Comes...

Where once the spring
Shone in our faces,
Tugged at our heart-strings
Danced at our traces,
Now there are chills,
Portents inside us,
Shadows from far-off hills
Now walk beside us.

Love came and went,
Followed its calling,
Left us to rue the chance
Glance of each falling,
Tears followed laughter,
Sadness brought pain,
Love flowed down gutters
With every spring rain.

What of the children
Laughing beside us?
Spring turned to summer
And quickly denied us;
Scorched our intentions
And scratched all our itches;
Where are the children now?
Hedgerows and ditches!

So much for summer, one
Long dissipation,
Autumn leaves spiral
And pile desolation,
Deep in our hearts those old
Tears are still falling,
Dark clouds are gathering
As winter comes calling.

15 March 2008

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Beauty XXV

And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.

Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."

And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.

Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."

The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."

But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,

And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."

At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."

And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."

In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."

And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."

All these things have you said of beauty.

Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,

But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

poem by Khalil Gibran
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Kiss Kiss Kiss

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me, love,
Just one kiss, kiss will do.
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me, love,
Just one kiss, kiss will do.
Why death?
Why life?
Warm hearts?
Cold darts?
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me, love,
Im bleeding inside.
Its a long, long story to tell
And I can only show you my hell.
Touch, touch, touch, touch me, love,
Just one touch, touch will do.
Touch, touch, touch, touch me, love,
Just one touch, touch will do.
Why me?
Why you?
Broken mirror?
White terror?
Touch, touch, touch, touch me, love,
Im shaking inside.
Its that faint, faint sound of the childhood bell
Ringing in my soul.
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me, love,
Just one kiss, kiss will do.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Kiss Kiss Kiss

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me love
Just one kiss, kiss will do
Kiss ,kiss, kiss, kiss me love
Just one kiss, kiss will do
Why death
Why life
Warm hearts
Cold darts
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me love
Im bleeding inside
Its a long, long story to tell
And I can only show you my hell
Touch, touch, touch, touch me love
Just one touch, touch will do
Touch, touch, touch, touch me love
Just one touch, touch will do
Why me
Why you
Broken mirror
White terror
Touch, touch, touch, touch me love
Im shaking inside
Its that faint, faint sound of the childhood bell
Ringing in my soul
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me love
Just one kiss, kiss will do

song performed by by Lennon John
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The Coming Of Spring

Spring is come back, and the little voices are calling,
The birds are calling, the little green buds on the trees,
A song in the street, and an old and sleepy tune;
All the sounds of the spring are falling, falling,
Gentle as rain, on my heart, and I hear all these
As a sick man hears men talk from the heart of a swoon.

The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises,
The earth renews its magical youth at a breath,
And the whole world whispers a well-known, secret thing;
And I hear, but the meaning has faded out of the voices;
Something has died in my heart: is it death or sleep?
I know not, but I have forgotten the meaning of spring.

poem by Arthur Symons
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Freestyler

Say we a just freestyle it
Because we wicked and wild it
Because we know how fe run it
And we just can't done it
And you know say we like it
And we have to excite it
If you come a dance
I say you might get frightin'
Because you know say we live it
And you say we love it
There is very few things I coulda really put above it
I love the booming of the base in a the speaker boxes
The treble in the tweeters it just
A tear off me hat see
I said you just can't trap it
I said you just can't unwrap it
Say you justs can't take it
Say you know you have to find it
Deep down in a your soul I say you have to feel it
Little after that you a go want to reveal it
Coz music is a thing I say you
Know you have to share it
If me couldn't do that
Me just couldn't bear it
Cos the love for the music on me
Sleeve me have fe wear it
Deep down in a me heart I said you
Just couldn't tear it
Me no like them journalist man
Dem come from different land
Say we is a white reggae band
Open your eyes no man you must
Be blind no man
You gwan like your cool man
Your heart must be black no man
Full of bad intention
We is dub organiser
A little oder and wiser
We no like wife beater spreading
Love would be sweeter
Out of many nations yes we are one
Just like the motto if you is Jamiacon
Deep in a the night the musics calling
Deep in a we hearts you know we're
falling in love
It's like a religious calling
Calling calling you better send out
A warning
Calling calling you better send out
A warning

song performed by by Ub40
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The Devil Arises As Dionysus

There we are as children running
In the fields of our youth
Un-aware that the clouds of cotton candy innocence
That gather above our forms
Are future storms unwinding

What defense have we against the hounds of smug faced intolerance?
What defense against those that would have us burnt for our beliefs?

A crimson devil dressed in white
Dances for the souls delight
Within the moment now and then
The sword is crippled by the pen.

There is music upon the air here
Rhythms new and intoxicating

The Devil arises as Dionysus to lead the dance,
The horned god from the moist night enveloping
Incites madness within the hearts of our kin,
Fueling towards the notion to rise here we are
Starry eyed children lost within another’s dream.

Her mother is burning, the child’s eyes swell
And higher they raise the temples of hells forgetting.
She is watching, keeping caged the pain now raging,
Her skin is aging eons as the seconds pass
And they are laughing, watching as the child
Floods the memory with a waterfalls cascade of fear.
And buried without grace, remembered with no face
She is left to burn, as they turn, the gathered, and the ignorant
Dirt ridden with guilt, surrounding with smiles the pyre they built.

A Circle of girls entwining is moving in and out of time,
The forest night is silent, even the gods watch with intent.
The rhythm is fresh, new and slow alike a springtime morning,
Virgin flesh is writhing in a frenzy of cyclictic motions,
An ocean of orgy devours inhibition, blood stained satin sheets and satyrs
Are parading monstrous phallics towards the doors of the vaginal mansion.
These girls have never known penetration before but here
Within the motions of the dance they know ecstasy as real,
They feel throbbing hearts pounding, breaking down reality.
Laughter, screams, orgasms fuel the madness of the dance.
Blood flows a river of crimson delight as we dance the night eternal.
Spirits are rising, faint shadows of another world are moving upon our plain.
And I am as one with my shadow myself, delving into a world of secret seductions.
Leaving sanity upon a shelf of indifference and rising towards radiance.
Dance with me, leave sanity behind and ride the wind just for a night.

Banshees shriek beside valkeries riding upon a tempest riot
As we dance, chancing upon the moment to rise.
Changing with the skies as we rise unable to fall,
Calling out to the honor of the dance to forgive us
But no hope is there for foolish lovers of the nightmare

There's something lost here
Swallowed by the shadow of fear
There's something left un-shown
Forever lost unknown

poem by David Lacey
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Totalimmortal

Hope unknown
Sometimes just waking is surreal
I walk right through the nameless ones
I know that
Hope's unknown
Sometimes the water feels so real
As I walk through it fills
My lungs, my god, I'm drowning
This day never seems to end
This pain, never
This day never seems to end
This rage I can not let go
Oh, oh
Hear them calling
Oh oh oh, oh
Feel them gnawing out holes
Oh oh oh
Holes through flawless souls
Oh oh
Hear them calling
Oh oh oh, oh
Feel them gnawing out holes
Oh oh
Holes through flawless souls
So alone
Sometimes I swear that i can hear
The taunting of the voiceless ones
I fear that
I alone
Fear those who finally cease to feel
That they're alone inside this place
I am the misplaced
This day never seems to end
This pain, never
This day never seems to end
This rage I can not let go
Oh, oh
Hear them calling
Oh oh oh, oh
Feel them gnawing out holes
Oh oh oh
Holes through flawless souls
Oh oh
Hear them calling
Oh oh oh, oh
Feel them gnawing out holes
Oh oh
Holes through flawless souls
Now every face, it looks familiar
Then every face would melt away until
Now everyone
Do you know
I know your deception
Now every face, it looks familiar
Then every face would melt away until
Now everyone
Do you know
I know your deception
Oh, oh
Hear them calling
Oh oh oh, oh
Feel them gnawing out holes
Oh oh oh
Holes through flawless souls
Oh oh
Hear them calling
Oh oh oh, oh
Feel them gnawing out holes
Oh oh
Holes through flawless souls
Oh, oh
Hea

song performed by by Offspring
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Kisses For You...

I once heard these words in a song;
'You must remember this...a kiss is
just a kiss...a sigh is just a sigh, ' etc.

With you...nothing...nothing, could be
further from the truth.

Your kiss, is a ride among the stars,
a shower of moon beams and a
sailboat ride, in the Garden Of Eden.

Kissing you...is an out of body experience,
a transport to paradise and a creation
of ultimate passion and joy.

Kissing, every part of who you are, is
truly a banquet of love.

Let me feast of your love and of your lips,
for I am in love with you. Let me always
kiss your mouth...eyes...all of you.

Let us ride the feathers of angels, through
starlit nights-holding...kissing, for now...
and evermore.

Your kiss...touch...embrace, has captured
my heart...my very soul.

I send you this kiss...for the lips
I can not do without.

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each day I live.

A day without your kiss, is as a day
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FOR ALL THAT YOU DO.

WHY DO I LOVE YOU?
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YOU ARE MY WORLD. MY LOVE.

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poem by Joe Fazio
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Banquet Of Love